the meeting station

Heard 'End of the Road' at a beer tasting and it connected with me inside. Love is unconditional; Corinthians say Love does not come to an end. It is always patient and kind; it delights in the truth. It is ready to excuse, to hope and we are that. Angels will rise again. Be ambitious for the higher gifts. Tears streaming down our face, the tightest hug, pull you back from the edge of the precipice.
It was pretty good last night; no volunteer comedown on this shift. We generated x-factor all night, sprinkling magic dust liberally everywhere we went. Meeting people by chance. This is our second chance, a second phase where points in the universe converge. The lost become the found.