Bonjour, Reveille

What is it like when our match is over? To simply be, to enjoy sights, sounds, to move as we wish, free from the nagging tensions of rank and position, strategy and point. To simply breathe INHALE four counts HOLD seven counts EXHALE eight counts REPEAT until RELAX. Slip into the city of lights, into truth, reality, without appel or parry, mesh masks retired.

I wish you a peaceful passage today or tomorrow or the next. Hint: The key is radical truth. It is the passage out of your Hall of Mirrors, my marvellous friend. Rest there, in the reality that you are already safe in the love you crave, the love in which you are so profoundly unsure. Yes, you are. Yes, you are and yes, you are.