And so, I step.
Yesterday may have been important. I did something, and though I have done things like this before, I feel a significance. Like a last great hope, or a last desperate act, or something. No, I'm not plotting anything dreadful, so don't worry. Of course, in reality, it could be nothing; another minor blip on the failure radar. The possibilities are so fragile and tenuous I can't bring myself to speak much of them. And if I fail, better to have not spent any time publicly announcing what was to become the failure. You can tell I've been here many times. But still, this time feels different. There is a significance. This is a last desperate act of great hope. Remember that. I will remind you of it soon.
"...with a single step." -- Chinese Proverb