Yet from these gasping depths we rise
Pressure on our chest
Iron in our throat...

Maverick, you...I...oh...you do know, don't you? I can feel it, Dear Heart--we all can. Oh, Honey...I am riveted, and yet want to shut my eyes against the terrible beauty of your words, the truth---and I am ashamed, because it is not I who is living it. Bless you, love--bless you both.