I stared at a picture drawn of me today. It was drawn two years ago. It's a drawing of me reading a book. Looking at it I couldn't help but wonder who that was. Who are you stranger and what is your name? Whose that dreamer with the fear in his eyes and the intelligence of a thousand gods behind him? Why so glum? You don??t even know what you??ve got yourself into, do you? Don??t worry stranger, it??ll get better. You??re in for one long strange trip my friend. Two years have gone by since that drawing. Could have easily been ten. No real difference. Ten years, twenty years, it feels the same. Has it really only been two years? This shift is a strange one. Hold on there stranger, we're in for one wild ride.