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.