We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.
So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.
The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.
What happens in the band room stays in the band room.