You and I never really knew each other well. In fact, what I keep coming back to is the fact that I really didn't know you at all. And that, in and of itself, is a tragedy: For me to have ever assumed (even for a second) that you weren't worth my time. Now, well, you've shown me. No one is worth more time than those you never really knew. That's just it, though, isn't it? You never really regret meeting someone. You can say that you do. You can lie and delude yourself into thinking that; but the truth is, something can be learned from everything, every experience, every encounter, and, most of all, every person. Matt Stanley, you are missed. You are loved. And you have left your impact. These days are for you, and I hope you enjoy them.
“I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.”
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