fatalism takes the edge off

on sunday, riding in a bus from new hampshire to boston, i asked for a sign. because i need them desperately during moments like these. 

jules verne,  my best friend graciany; a couple of the most notable since i asked 36 hours or so ago. 

last night a mission became clear to me. then the thought, it's time to run and win this race. looking the fellow race horse's in the eye for the first time, i knew i couldn't let them beat me. not for selfish pride, but for the greater good of mankind. 

illuminating needs to occur. the great work begins?