Yes, Sir, I agree. The two: Yes, Sir, I agree. The two letters he sent to Timothy are very instructive in that particular aspect. Thanks for your comment.
All the chilling atmosphere: All the chilling atmosphere of a gothic masterpiece compressed into a sweeping, mournful, crystalline melody. Magnificent in its symbolism and construction. Keep them coming!
Such walks are such a turn: Such walks are such a turn around so much that even without great expectations that the clarity offered is such a pleasant surprise with its pure and unbridled liberatimy joy!
Amazing, the serendipity that: Amazing, the serendipity that falls upon your path. You're a hundred percent correct: there's nothing random about this lurch forward that is propelling you into exciting new territory. Although tragedy led to your discovery of Yook Woo Dang, upon the ruins you'll build towers, word by radiant word.
I'm going to be busier than usual (and that's going-insane type of busy), so in case I forget, I want to say "Happy January 9th!"
Brightest blessings, essential Poet.
I consider myself privileged: I consider myself privileged to be able to---in your splendid words---take notes along your journey, because that process is what I prepared for (outside my official studies) during my undergrad years. I wanted to study a living Poet's steady accretion of poems in its process; but I had only the ability to study dead poets' completed processes and accomplishments. Even Mary Shelley, as much as I love and loved her (she is always "my girl"), was still, essentially, a writer from the past, whose accomplishment was settled before my great-great grandparents were alive. I hope the notes I make along the journey will help others to delve deeply into your work; and I am content for my conclusions, like those of S. F. Morse regarding Wallace Stevens' poems, to be overturned by others who will see your work in its final and finest form. I am glad, and will always be glad during whatever lifespan I have left, for the privilege of reading your Poetry, and entering into the sacred precincts of your magnificent cosmic vision.