I hear Garrison Keillor is looking for a new religion, think I will see if he will read this.

there was of course the snag, glaring but hidden, caring but tort worthy and so I had to press my luck and fall face first planted in front of a girl with my attempt at a three axle Bartholomew, but as it happens, she thought I might be hurt and just helped me up, no bother by my ineptitude than had I just fallen from the sky and really it was sort of like that, that I had just fallen from the sky and I figured it out that other people were not paying attention to me at all, so busy in their own world that my existence, for better or worse, richer or poorer was immaterial to them unless they thought they can earn something from it. And so I dusted myself off and completely forgot about her, and about my fall, except for he scabs which would come back to haunt me later, but that was usual, that was normal, that was everyday.
Hallelujah.