Words, words, words...they just bubble out of me

I currently have three blogs in the "draft" phase because they all need to be finished, but I wanted to post this quickly:

I follow a stranger's blog (me? be nosy? NEVER.)...and she posted this a while ago, but I just read it. Gorgeous:

Oh, You. Who are You? What do You want of me? What will I be doing on this day next year? Don’t tell me. (You wouldn’t anyway, would You?) Do You know, Yourself, or is it left partly to me? Are You withholding my life from me, or unfolding it with me? Are You an eternal parent, or are we eternal partners? Are You there for me now? I choose to think so. Otherwise it would just be too lonely. -Gail Godwin, Father Melancholy’s Daughter