I have a blogging friend who has come to the end of it. He wrote long pain/confusion posts trying to solve ‘the problem’ of this life, while being immersed in the problem, such that he couldn’t see it. He reminds me of me 10 years ago, so it’s a little bit of loving myself, the fool that I was, every time I read his struggle with the air. We struggle to grab onto something, something to hold on to in the storm, but only pain finds us… until God does. God has yet to get ahold of Dom and pistol whip him I look forward to the day when Dom finds out where the REAL ‘cool’ is. dang, it’s always in the last place you look!