Thirty-five is what you would be. I don't need to see you to know you see me. Time stands still, time passes in rapid succession, and I find myself sure of certain conceptions. We have spent many lives spanning many centuries, this comfort I have found my most precious of luxuries. Always we cycled back to one another, in different skin from what we were previous in. We chose new lives in order to learn more and each time it was you that met me at that door. My brother in this life, perhaps a father in a last, new roles from present to past. But it doesn't end there, this is my favorite part, you and I have evolved from the very start. Wait it gets better, infinite, Laura Lee and Stephen Scott forever.
The journey is like an airplane taking off in a thunderstorm. It grows darker and darker as we reach cloud level. There's a lot of turbulence, fear, and anxiety. But then we pierce the cloud level and come out on the other side into a brilliant sky- many shades of blue lit by an incandescent golden sun. It takes many years, many centuries to get through the clouds, which grow more ominous as the years pass. They are clouds of tragedies and calamities that will beset our civilization. But eventually, the clouds will disappear, the turbulence will disappear, and there will be a feeling of peacefulness, awe, and safety.
