I have an idea.
It’s not the idea I had before.
It’s not an idea that’ll last forever.
It has a start and a finish, with chapters in between.
For the first time, I feel like the last eighteen years have been a prologue.
But prologue’s mean something too.
What you’ve taught me, taught us, in a year is what I’m finally beginning to learn.
You see, Mr. Nelson, I’ve finally found the secret to life.
But me not knowing what exactly that secret may be is a big part of understanding it.