I encountered a moment of clarity this morning while I was doing something that has become a routine part of daily life. I've had the great pleasure of making a friend in this second life of mine, this life that exists in the digital and fanatical world of beautiful degradation, divine perversions, and the most humble self-seeking truths otherwise cast out is disapproval within the realms of human reality. Here is a friend who has helped free my conscience to a new reality within my own spirit and continues to guide me through a profound journey of self-seeking fulfillment I had not otherwise attempted to explore on my own. This individual has been a truer friend to me in the relatively short amount of time we've been acquainted than that of the majority of those who have come and gone in my physical human life, and he has done so from halfway across the world. To this day I cannot explain to myself the nature of how this kinship of spirit had come to be; its not something I ever expected to develop from a request I felt inexplicably compelled to make, (to create an artistic rendering of ones [former] fursona). I am not one who necessarily believes in fate or superstition, but after the stipulations of today's unique revelations, this all feels more than just coincidence; especially when one contemplates the nature of possible realities that could have been had we not ever known each other... if I had been too self-conscious about making that request in the beginning, what could have been had I not followed my instincts? I only know it would be significantly more melancholy.

My revelation is that one really cannot fathom how much of an impact they might have on someone else's life; We may perceive our own existence as insignificant, mundane, or a conglomeration of nihilistic tendencies, but there's always someone else who's life is thoroughly more meaningful simply because you exist.