Chapter New

So it seems that the insanity of youth is never fully squelched, only momentarily silenced amidst the deafening tones of adulthood. It seems that the roar of our most vulnerable years can become a rally cry for the 2nd coming of our spirit. Our souls are not bound by contract to follow lock-step the call of the insignificant mediocrity but are capable of transcending those ruddy valleys of our youth into the very visceral plateaus of our adulthood. I am merely an empty vessel who is defined by the substance that fills him. If left empty for too long the indomitable force of the emptiness will overwhelm the strength of the container and the pressure will collapse the empty shell. It takes the substance of relevance, of significance to maintain the balance and keep the walls strong. At this point it seems improbable that I can simultaneously channel the spirit of my youth and the wisdom of 38 years in to anything worthwhile but alas the mysteries never cease. I am hopeful that this improbable inconceivable impossibility is able to maintain the power of my adolescence and fearlessly usher in a new chapter in an already predictable tale.