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I understand, believe me I do. I understand that you are excited, that the idea of me thrills you. I understand that this is frightening, that I may actually exist as more than a fantasy in your mind. I can see the difficulty in committing to moving forward on your dreams. I can see the disbelief as you struggle to reconcile myth and reality. I know that your uncertainty clouds your mind and ability to reason… Just as I know that you have so slim a chance of reaching your desired destination. Of those who approach me, perhaps eight in ten disappear on the electronic ether. Of those two who commit to meet, at least one will fade away after a few encounters. Perhaps his curiosity is sated, or life intervened, or he did not believe he could handle what I offer. That leaves one in ten. And in that, my numbers are generous. One might spend the time, the energy, the effort, to see me again and again. And even that one may not make it more than a few months before he too doubts his sense of self, of submission, of direction. And so they fade away into nothingness. A memory remains, and I wonder what has become of each one. What path did they take? What fulfillment did they find? Do you see your challenge? Dare to overcome history. Be more than a memory.
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