Every night, I fall asleep listening to The Adventures Of Flash Meridian. Yes, I listen to the sound of my own voice, reading words that I wrote. With each listen, I am teleported to Olo, and drift off to sleep validating myself, not out of vanity, but just gently remembering who I am. It’s easy for me to say this is enough. That I don’t care whether anyone else reads or appreciates my story. That is not entirely true. I want to share the gentle beauty and meaning that I experience. I long to discuss it with someone. At the same time, I wonder if it’s good. Silly thoughts! A friend listened to the whole story with me. At the end of each chapter, she yelled “More! More! I want to hear more!” She told me that it was good. And that I am good. I am confident that it will make its way to any who are ready and willing to hear it. If I’m wrong about that, I have loved it, and will continue to love it until my body vaporizes into a dust cloud, and I wake again to walk Olo’s surface.