the fine people you meet in heaven

there was a time when fleeting encounters would puzzle me to bits.
and it's sometimes not so much about who you encountered but as to how that encounter took place. the why, of course, is too tedious a question to discuss and far too debatable.

but just like what that chauvinist akon would melodiously say:
it don't matter no

anymore.
it's a more forward-looking me without necessarily forgetting tradition.
just not thinking of it too much.

tonight it is a calasanz question i encounter.
i pray the spirits of bellarmine hall don't disturb anyone of us takers.

lisnin to Time, a song from avenue q removed from the broadway run
sortof readin philosophy of religion
feelin kinda tweedleedeedleedeedeeniminidee