Would you recognize me now?

Here I sit, thinking back on the principled idealist of my youth.

Would you be proud of who we are?

Hard life lessons upended idealism.

Looking back, finding pieces of you.

Enjoying many of the same things, sports, travel, reading.

I still carry your sorrow, the touch of madness.

Things that matter most are different now, our soul is still the same.

Decades searching for the meaning of our mystical experience.

Questions answered, others remain.

We left the cave together during middle age.

Please join me again.

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