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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF193-Fun_Bot.gif#183&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&#039;http://sa.kylestoneman.com/images/GBS/PBF193-Fun_Bot.jpg&#039;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A little reminder why I consider &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pbfcomics.com&quot;&gt;The Perry Bible Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; to be among the greatest comic strips ever created.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <title>We have gone our seperate ways</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;I have come home, and for the first time in my life, home is not as I left it.  It is tangibly, functionally, noticeably different.  For better or worse, I have come to the conclusion that my childhood is over.  The once familiar faces have moved.  Some, thousands of miles and back again, others, thousands of miles, and then a thousand more.  They have had babies.  Intentionally and not so much.  They have moved and shifted so far from my preconceptions and recollections that, if they didn&#039;t share the same face, I wouldn&#039;t be able to place them at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And we struggle.  All of us.  We struggle carving out our own ways in the world.  I know and see so plainly that we all must take separate paths, and yet, understanding why we are all so different, so changed from the people we once were, comes on the wings of epiphany.  It is a shock that can only be appropriately contemplated while driving home from a concert on a narrow winded road, rain lightly falling on the window, shoed off by wipers that squeak just a little.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We do have a common history.  We share what is ours, and will only ever be ours.  Memories, of course, shape one&#039;s self, but with a wealth of new input, and with a whole new set of &quot;us&quot; and &quot;we,&quot; that shared past has gone from real, to record.  And still, there is one thing we share.  One thing we will always share: no matter what, each of us does the best we know how, to get through each day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the melancholy mumbo jumbo.  It&#039;s just, I had a moment, and I didn&#039;t want it to disappear.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 03:42:38 -0600</pubDate>
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