A good excuse

Write, or something like that.  Now that it's nearing midnight I was supposed to come home and and answer some questions and be done.  However, I received an email from a dear one whom I love who was ... distraught after reading my post.  So to clarify I'm posting my response.  Edited to protect etc.  And no, it wasn't from Mom.

Allright, my iBook won't let me cut and paste in the little box.  let's just say that it was long and rambling.  in a nutshell, Not looking for the meaning of life or trying to find Jeebus (see Simpson's movie).  Not trying to upset anyone.  Just exploring new ways of thinking (not drugs) and doing it on the web for all to see 'cause that kind of soul bearing is scary, yet a relief.  I don't believe that we should work for 40 years and then enjoy life.

My brain is fuzzy and Given that the email that I shot off was long and my typing skills poor, I'm going to bed.

Cheers.