.. but you have NO idea.

You have no idea what it’s like.  I know it’s easy to hear one side, because only one side is talking, and assume that you’re fully informed.  It’s easy to make snap judgements.  It’s easy to think that it’s black and white.

It’s not.  It’s pink-and-paisley-striped-plaid.  It’s an MC Escher painting.  It’s an ink blot.

It’s complex and disgusting and angry and sorrowful and pathetic and strong and basically confusing and emotionally scarring and..

There are no straight lines.  There are no distinct self-portraits.. although there are attempts.

But we just look like Picasso got ahold of us.

There is disfigurement and truncation and evil.  There is also remorse and forgiveness.

And rebirth.  God, is there rebirth.

There is enlightenment.  And truth.  And honesty.  It is an honest sketch.

It has gone through shades of gray, rose-colored glasses, and a myriad of rainbows.

But now, there is calm.  There is rest.  There is peace.

Not quite a Norman Rockwell, but a family scene familiar to those who know family.

There is a man and a woman and a child.  And SEVERAL animals.

There is a network of friends.  They are all laughing and smiling.

There is a mountain.  And a Rock City.  And Ruby Falls splash behind them.

There is peace. 

Because it’s a masterpiece.  And it’s done.