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I need to write, I need to feel responsible, I need to feel that I can handle myself and others. Mostly, I need to know that others feel that I am responsible and that I can handle myself. So I have now been assigned to write a short story (HALLELUJAH-LET THE ANGEL CHORUS OPEN UP); in the greatest irony I am stuck-at the wall of greatness (Hubris). On one side of the wall there is where I once was and on the other side there is potential growth and human experience. I can't write about pain because well, let's get serious everyone does, I wouldn't be fair to write about love before I fell in love (or would it), love is just what we imagine it to be; at least that is what I believe. Affection, communication, finding solace in human conversation...hmmm...maybe. I actually found myslef smiling today because I was, well, pleased, with myself- I found satisfaction in my own actions...perhaps the story isn't that far away.