Have you ever considered, Laurel, that having aced time and space again and again and again, with more "gold medals" than you know who, you're here this time simply for the love of the game? Just to smell the dirt? To lend a hand? Give comfort? And maybe for old times' sake, to manifest a new, faster, fancier, lighter laptop like it was a morning cup of coffee, even though you're way past having to prove anything?
Remember?
I do,
The Universe
For so many, Laurel, your joy and presence are their opening ceremony - and that is more than enough.
