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Had an amazing evening. Went with some of the others down to White Plains, and after an adventure in driving straight out of Harold and Kumar, we settled in front of the fountain on Main St. and proceeded to appreciate beauty in a manner that both amused and confused the spectators. We talked too, as we always do, exchanged some stories. It was amazing, humbling. Beautiful is the most honest word, I feel. Hearing these stories, from people who have experienced pain so much more than what I know, and still..God, still they are able to see beauty. Some of them are more healed (as such things heal anyway) than others, but still... I have always lived a golden life, I don't pretend anything other. This is not to say I don't know suffering, because as one of them agreed, you know what you know, and it's not comparable. Suffering is suffering in the end. Some just more...potent, I suppose, than others. Listening to bits of their stories, I thought that they were the most beautiful beings I've ever encountered. To forgive..or not always to forgive, but to move forward...that is the strongest testiment to human strength that I've ever seen. It's funny, isn't it? I understand pain, I can understand it, but cruelty..now that is so far beyond my comprehension, I cannot get..I cannot get my mind around it. I don't want to. Later we danced about the lawn to Under the Sea, made a fabulous exit down the street singing along and dancing, scampering across the crosswalk as the final notes sounded. Like a movie, only better because it only happens once. I was thinking, to be in the prescence of people that strong, that vital, that they can be so deeply wounded and still be brave enough to be vulnerable...I've been honored, I feel, that they could even share things with me that they had to know I would be unable to comprehend. I watch them, and I can only hope that I can ever come close to that sort of beauty. To live with that sort of inextinguishable fire, even to be around it, is a gift indeed.