I only know the recent glimmers, the latest snap of dim-lit shimmers. You’ve exploded,
some probably thought you’d have eroded, corroded, or fell. But your story is one of the most amazing to tell. And I barely know a few things well.
I look at you for boundary guidance, might I too, cross those lines? Your sense of humor ranges depths of wisdom while you prod the warning signs.
So much respect for the life you live, and same respect for the art you give.
Congratulations, Chris, you deserve any, and all earned: bliss.