So, Let my little words, meet Word in mid air then, and be happily informed, grounded and contoured, edited by this unseen encounter. And let my angels, much less other people, be not bored by my sonic explorations. I know that half my prayer is stumbling into what i’m (then Your) really praying. So forgive the introduction God, let’s skip to the good part. Thanks friend again, and also thanks for non stop talking to me over the years. If You, oh God, were not a babbling brook, I would not have learned to swim at all! Glad we talk all the time, even in my sleep! (Yet, my poor wife!) Amen.