Looking for grace and finding redemption
I used to think that the flow of creation endears itself to the confluence of mutual collaborative happenstance. At least according to my Dungeons and Dragons club, and if you ever sang in a choir or played in a orchestra and band, or acted in a Broadway play on stage you will know how it feels. I vividly remember playing the Apostle number nine in a stage production of the then banded 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. Besides featuring on my five most fondest memories the experience led to my first crush, the first time I ever fell in love (hard), acted on lust, broke my heart, and made my debut as a undercover homosexual fetishist with incidental voyeuristic intentions. Besides the rush of the performance and the trill of unbridled arousal there is nothing more I recall of my entire career as a thespian with dreams of stardom and a insatiable sexual appetite. Now that I'm old the details are regrettably lost, but the bittersweet memory of how life feels living well and without a