Sometimes my mind flits about and drags me with it. Dizziness and apathy result. Some other times, however, the words on a Web page grab my attention. Echoes, your few, short sentences have been running before my eyes repeatedly over the past...why, I don't know how long.

Why does what you say fascinate me?

Maybe... You still can feel upset by what you do and where you live. Where there's distress, there's life; where there's life, there's hope.

Feel Fuzzybear's hugs. Hold them tight. May a "point," a vision of a desirable future grow out of those hugs to give shape to hope.