timeless and glorious

I am once again ecstatically happy. The last time I felt this way I was mocked for being Whitmanesque, so I shall spare you the prosody that my heart tells me is appropriate for this feeling. That last time was also borne from an inexplicable faith in the second law of thermodynamics or the Little Dipper or God to return me and those around me to equilibrium. This time the provenance is a little clearer. I love you, and thank you, and join you, also, at last, in our belief.