I can't live without so many things, family music , love, sex.
But to live without poetry would be the end for me.

I missed Neo while it was away, I was bereft.
Had lost the purpose to my writing day.

Now it's back, like a long lost friend, the same and yet it has changed.
I'm finding the experience disconcerting and exciting. The possibilities feel endless. I hope we make the most of the opportunity for change and ultimately improvement.