In the next day, I am expected to have a seizure. The irony is that this seizure is called for, demanded by doctors who want answers just as much as I do. The seizure is planned to the extent that we all want it, we want a spike in my brainwaves to spike a solution. To my brain, don't fail me now! To everyone in my life, thank you for never failing me, for showing humanity in the depths of your honest outreach. You are appreciated because you give me an answer in a period where questions are common - that life is uncertain, but each day is promised a place for love and sincerity.