I’m Still Alive

It’s been a while. More than three months, if I be slightly more precise. The comments to my previous post tell me that my absence has not gone unnoticed. Many have left comments asking me where I am (or was). There has also been much unnecessary theorizing about the causes of my extended leave. Quite a few have put forth their own hypotheses, some of them, like Mr. Kant’s, being unclear to the point of absurdity, but many more, mercifully, have asked me to make clear my reasons, instead of venturing to explain them on their own. Most, and I am very thankful to God for this, have merely enquired as to my whereabouts, or, to put it as many of them have, whether I’m still alive.

I am. I’m still alive. I’m more alive than I’ve been in a very long time. I can feel myself again. I can feel every little joy magnified a thousand times, and every little jolt made a thousand times worse.

The last three months have passed in a whirlwind of activity and excitement. Some of it has been good, and some of it has been bad. But I’ve lived through every single moment of it all. In every sense of the word, I’m still alive.

All of my alleged well-wishers can therefore stop worrying. And Mr. Kant can go stick his head in a pig.
Thank You.