Hm 
Rather because of my capacity to be that passenger
And I outsmarted my pain and the bullets and the death and then somehow even the life of it all to myself.
Arriving at love for everyone ever.
And I say “outsmarted” but I thought it sarcastically.
Knowing I am a passenger
With choices to make on the vessel
And that is everyone’s vessel. Never belonged to me. Neither does the universe.
So in conclusion:
Wait actually I’m laughing hysterically about how much of what I’ve said could have just been reduced to the ultimate moment that says:
“”
And that could just be the book
Thank you, emoji?
Just shorter way to try and say the same thing I’ve ever meant
If you haven’t read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, I could suggest it.
But I would have done so from my perspective of what is important to know as another passenger who loves you and also has the task of figuring out where the vessel is trying to go from here.
And since I made that alien analogy, I am again wondering how many people actually have infer that it must not have been a joke.
But was it?
Are any of us not alien organisms to something?
Was that my task to later convince you that I am not indeed 939 years old?
And from another planet?
We are programmable and we all become whatever “next” means over and over.
Our choice to inhabit next must always be summarized with that one emoji I suppose.
Don’t need to write the book anymore right?!
Maybe someone needs this and a phone number that doesn’t ask them to understand quality assurance.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was a sad and odd journey trying to describe that, probably.
But he too was likely just trying to say
To all of you before he knew you. He didn’t need to. Neither do I.
Deserving isn’t that much to ask for and it should be freely given without our human nonsense that produces alcoholics in hotels picking their life back up from a history of unintentional actions.
So again so many times: