I see you there on the other side of forty-seven, waiting for me like a father, like a child, looking up, looking back, waiting for me to catch up, to start making sense of what I see. Well, stop. I won’t do it. I can’t do it. This is why I do what I do and you know it. So stop. Stop waiting. Stop wasting both of our times. I’ll get there when I get there or maybe I won’t. You’ll just have to wait and see or wait and not see. It’s all the same to me. I don’t care anymore. I will do what I do.