Bring love and peace and happiness and beautiful lives into the world in my honor. Thank you. Love you.

May your boulders be your blessings. May you be able to embrace them. And may you find what's extraordinary in yourself.

What you're looking at there is my arm, going into the rock... and there it is, stuck. It's been without circulation for twenty-four hours. It's pretty well gone.

I stepped out of my grave and into my life again.

Judging by my degradation in the last 24 hours, I'll be surprised if I make it to Tuesday.

I was able to first snap the radius and then within another few minutes snap the ulna at the wrist and from there, I had the knife out and applied the tourniquet and went to task. It was a process that took about an hour.

A crystalline moment shatters, and the world is a different place. Where there was confinement, now there is release. Recoiling from my sudden liberation, my left arm flings downcanyon, opening my shoulders to the south, and I fall back against the northern wall of the canyon, my mind is surfing on euphoria. As I stare at the wall where not twelve hours ago I etched “RIP OCT 75 ARON APR 03,” a voice shouts in my head: I AM FREE!