"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...it has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival." -C. S. Lewis
I suppose some of you might be asking why I'm even writing this down, or creating such a page. For those of you this page wasn't designed for, and so you probably shouldn't even be sitting here pondering over the detail, but I'm going to explain it anyway. You see I find it infinitely easier to say things when all I'm doing is staring at my computer screen like I am now, typing out these words than when I'm sitting face to face with someone else, or even when I'm talking with them in a chat-room. So, now that that little order of business is taken care of it's down to the nitty gritty. I'm sorry, first of all, for not being able to really say this to your face, it's just a personal sort of quirk of mine, timidity and shyness have always plagued my existence, and - I fear - will continue to do so for quite some time. I love you all, each and every one of you, like nothing else I can really say. You're there when I need you, or even when I don't need you, or want you for that matter. And for all the stupid things I've done - real or imagined on my part - you stick by me with either a smile or a helping hand, I really couldn't ask for anything more than that, nor would I ever dream of receiving it. As C. S. Lewis has pointed out above, friendship is not necessary to us, to our survival, but it is one of the few things that makes such a survival worthwhile, and gives it meaning or value to us individually. Insomuch as many of you are my very few reasons for survival, you are also my life blood and a key to my will to survival. We are like the bricks and mortars that support one another to build some greater whole than the mere sum of it's parts, a grander design than I could ever fathom. We are given to our family as much as we are to create our own family as we live out our lives, our siblings, the ones that spend time with us; our parents, the ones that guide us; and our own children, the ones that encourage us and admire us. It is not always the family that is our blood, but the family that can become our blood, in more than one manner of thinking. In closing of this rather short little few paragraphs I have to say this: I could have asked for no better friends than the ones I now have. I thank you all more than I could ever express, from the very depths of my heart, soul, and mind. Your friend, Andrew
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