Merci, mon ami, Etienne.

A voice out of cyber no-where, his words come to me like a dream undreamed. And if I had a mind that could be won by organized religion I'd be thanking whichever deity for a friend like that. A tugboat pulling me out of the churning spiral, at times we all go a little crazy. That he could look into a face so dead and still see something worthwhile.

Tonight I will send a lantern boat out onto the dark waters, the fragile supplication that this bond between us always remain. There aren't words for my gratefulness.