I give you both special thanks because I look for any excuse to
   understand my own thinking processes better; I'm too much in the
   present moment and have to keep looking at the past and...
   well... save _everything_ so i can get memory cues.

   You both inspired me to coalesce my thinking a little better...
   and what you inspired me to write will go into my 'temporary
   brain-dump'-everything Book... and MAYBE someday, if I can get a
   really mean editor who is harsh and unforgiving with ... cutting
   words... or get a summarizer... or learn to categorize to
   regular standards... these concepts you helped me comprehend
   from within myself will end up there... in a form that _might_
   help somebody else understand themselves a little better..
   understand the world a little better.

   I write as if I could be dead before I wake up. I'm not gloating
   or bragging or anything... it's just how I roll. "What if these
   were your last words?" and I try to make them count. "What if
   the very real person on the other end of the Internet had only
   me and I had to come up with the EXACTLY PERFECT construction of
   words to convey a concept that they wanted/needed to hear?

   Hence, the strange desperation and excessive enthusiasm from me.
   Getting ideas out is like trying to squeeze a tube of toothpaste
   through an unyielding pin hole to brush the teeth of a dragon
   before he has a chance to exhale. It's exhillerating, really.