This man. THIS man. This bloodybrilliantbloke. Big fan. I stumbled upon in the midst of a global epidemic (isn't that how everybody finds their audio content?) and he has wholeheartedly upended the way I perceive the world. But more than that, my life. On a micro scale, I feel like I know exactly what I want each atom of my being to achieve (and that is happiness. Value. Meaning, set the context of what I have to give). On a macro scale, there is a parallel universe out there somewhere in which our boy Gary doesn't exist. And that universe imploded shortly after. Gaz is an entire star, stripped back and shedding light on this Earth. No fluff, nothing too blinding, nothing that will damage us. But enough to fuel us, to fire us up, to help us grow. And for that (and my newfound love for caps), I owe ya big time. I've decided that I'm naming the future kids I'm unlikely to have (in this economy? I'll stick to houseplants) Chuk. Not Chuck. Chuk. And if I spontaneously morph into a square sponge and emigrate to the depths of the ocean only to adopt a snail, then of course it shall be named Gary. THANK YOU BIG TIME, GARY.