Yeah...
So what do a ten year old girl in a story and a 22 year old male have to do with each other? Well, I am not sure. There is something strange about reading The Secret Garden at this point in my life. But strange seems to be the byword of existence right now. Normalcy is not very normal. "True words are paradoxical" (bet not many can place that). The karmic worm continues to munch his way through the loam that is this world, and I can't but smile at the very notion that his shit will be the soil from which whatever comes next will sprout. After all, dust to dust, dirt to dirt, all things are gonna bend to the will of the Great Magnet. But good does come from bad, and bad from good. There is balance in the universe. Justice is not necessarily part of that process, but balance is. What does this mean? Not much, life will still seem unfair, mean, crude, ruthless, joyful, expedient, fun, exultant, evil, kind, and most importantly exhausting. But if it wasn't then you wouldn't need to be dead to get enough rest from it.