Hard truths about soft core lives of joe next door

Well, here we are again, right in the middle, right in the swirling center vortex of all things. We are hurtling, hurtling I tell you! And the end is no where in sight. But that's the thing with light speed. By the time you've seen what you're headed towards you've already left it behind. So we're hurtling in the dark, in the big dark. Even when the lights are on, it just helps us see the dark better. Don't be alarmed, joe-ksters galore, we are not afraid of the dark. We might tremble, and shuffle, and twitch, but it's not fear. At least, it's not anymore. Now we just feel the breeze of time flowing past, tingling our cheeks, sometimes stinging our eyes (or are those tears...? Let's call it liquid awareness if anything, but certainly not tears of fear.)