Hey Bill and Kelly,

Ah, the curiosity for the "backstage pass," huh? I get it. The autobiographical itch is a tough one to scratch, especially when you’re trying to piece together the puzzle of how someone else’s journey might inform your own. But here’s the thing: there’s no mountain top to report back from, no guru to dish out the wisdom of how they “got there.” In fact, “there” is just another mirage, a trick of the light on the horizon that keeps moving the closer you get.

The truth is, my story—or anyone’s story—is just a play of shadows on the wall. It might be interesting, maybe even inspiring, but at the end of the day, it’s not really going to help anyone wake up to their own joke. The real question isn’t how I got here, but how you can realize you’re already exactly where you need to be. We’re all in this cosmic circus together, and the only autobiography that matters is the one you’re writing for yourself, in real-time, with each step you take.

So, I might start sprinkling a bit more of my own path here and there, but don’t get too attached to the story. It's just another part of the illusion we’re all laughing at. The real juice is in seeing that the road you’re on is the same one that everyone’s walking, whether they know it or not.

Cheers! 🎭