I had all these plans about all this content I was going to type about my trip. Miles and miles of content. But I'm too tired now. I need sleep. Badly.

The content will come in time. I will describe the events that took place on and around that special Sunday, August 4, 2002. But I will do so gradually, as it comes back to me, probably over the span of the next days and weeks.

This event has transformed my life.

There was another event that transformed my life, before I journied to Washington. That event took place 1 week ago, plus 1 hour. More or less. It took place somewhere around the Denver metro area. Now, it almost feels like it might have been a dream, but I know it was not.

How do I know?

I know this because I have an incredible gift within me. A gift which gives me an immense wealth of power, clarity, focus, and a million other things I can't quite name right now. I am in awe of what has happened to me.

But I couldn't spend too much energy focusing on my own gift (at least not publicly), because I needed to play a role in a ceremony, which was perhaps the most important event in two other people's lives. Something much much greater than myself and my own joy. (Though mine was certainly great.)

In short: My brain is BUSTED. I'm toast. I'm going to bed. I need SLEEP. This is all crap. I'm not typing content tonight. What am I even doing here?

"Sir, step away from that keyboard, please."