A few days go I got this message that simply said, without any embellishments, how wonderful I am. It took a while for it to sink. Words are strange. They exist in a context that is inseparable from them yet we try our bests to separate and explain them. But they, like fragile flowers taken from the warm light of day, fade and loose something essential to their being. What makes this message so beautiful is the long, sometimes light and simple, sometimes deep and complicated, but always meaningful history it was produced, interpreted, and understood in. To me it truly signifies that I have something to give. And that makes me so happy that I start to cry.