Mmmm. This particular introspection feels familiar...I think I've walked some paths in this particular corner of wilderness. (Or, more appropriately, down the same library stack.)

No insights deeper than yours, here--I usually wind up in the same place that poem you quote at the end takes me to. Not lost, only waiting/Kept alive by those who might listne--/And watch--

I've started thinking that maybe the sidekick's story, the observer's story, isn't told often enough. Maybe I'm desperate for materiel, but hey...one works with what one has.

I'd just like, once at least, to be able to say what my icon says, and know that's true.