Ok, people, you know the drill. It's Part 2, so if you're just jumping in at this point, you know where to go. If you read the first part, the following is not guaranteed to make any more sense than it would otherwise, however.

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Hmmmm.... I ponder my own analogy, which I mostly made up as I went along. :) Well, it doesn't quite hold that well, so don't try too hard to analyze it, but it does in some capacity describe things.

I'll try for a better description. I think I can be a little more specific without saying too much.

How 'bout this: Some people in this world are just beyond cool.

Should I elaborate more here? I was kind of planning to do so, but what else can I say? I mean, here I've eluded to all this stuff over the last hour and a half. Mostly stuff that 3/4ths of the readership isn't going to have any clue about. (Or would it be more like 5/6ths these days? I don't really know anymore.) Heck, there's a lot of it that nobody but me is going to have any clue about. (Not to mention the parts that I don't even have any clue about. Those are the best ones. :) )

I want to communicate this. I really do. Ok, maybe another series of questions and statements, told from the second person. If that isn't good enough, then I'll encourage anyone who wants to know more to email me. Believe me, on this occassion, I'll be much more forthcoming with info person-to-person, when I know who I'm talking to. (As opposed to what other occassions? There goes another vague reference... I suppose it's inevitable.)

Alright. Have you ever stuck your foot in your mouth at anytime, only to have it yanked back out and be told, with complete sincerity, "It's okay." I mean, you stick that foot deep, like down in your throat. You realize you've gone too far, the fight or flight mechanism kicks in, and you're just... frozen.

Then, ten minutes later, you're laughing again. Harder than you were before. It didn't have to be that way. In fact, there's no way in hell it should. At best, you deserve a stern reprimand. At worst, ... something much worse.

I have been treated with such kindness. God, how does that happen?

Well, I need to eat. I don't think I've really conveyed the full extent of today's emotional roller coaster ride, but it was an attempt.

Just for random fun, I'll throw in a lyric that, just moments ago, popped into my head.

Thank you. (The "you" in that statement is meant in a very specific sense.)

In my secret garden
I'm looking for the perfect flower
waiting for my finest hour
in my secret garden
I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall
You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow
I wonder when I'll start to show
I wonder if I'll ever know
Where my place is
Where my face is
I know it's in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer's hiding somewhere
In my secret garden

There's a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain
to kiss me and undress me
will I look a fool
Wet and a mess
Will I still be thirsty
Will I pass the test
And if I look for the rainbow
Will I see it?
Or will it pass right by?
'Cause I'm not supposed to see
'Cause the blind are never free
Even in my secret garden
There's a chance that I could hide
that's why I'll keep on looking

For a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

I still believe
I still believe
'Cause after all is said and done
I'm still alive
And the boots have come and trampled on me
And I'm still alive
'Cause the sun has kissed me
And caressed me
And I'm strong
And there's a chance
that I will grow
This I know

So, I'm still looking for
A petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
It's in my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

Somewhere in fontainebleau
lies my secret garden

--Madonna