It seems that I have arrived at at time in my life when I must accept that I have always lived outside. No group has welcomed me into their confidences and into their friendship. I have found very few kindred spirits; my friends the cats are exceptions. The groups I have entered have always, strangely always, pushed me just outside their limits, enough to be able to say that I am a member and not enough to welcome me authentically. But, you know what I am about to say.
You have always welcomed me, as you welcome absolutely anything. That is what a reader may expect that I say. What they do not expect, perhaps, to hear is that all things their communities were always with you. You are they in so many ways.