This place is a fountain.
So many times I've pushed open the old and worn gate, and walked the long, muddy trail that leads to the riverside paradise that is twcenter.net. A fertile and lush oasis that is soaked every inch in the blood of it's founders and contemporaries down to its roots. A place where any mere man with a strong enough heart and will can cut, slash, bite and hack his way from the -stinking trenches of peasanthood to the glory of high office. A place where enemies plot and sulk behind eachother's backs, shifting silently between shadowy halls, holding secret meetings and exacting swift revenge. A place where power upheavals, rebellion, and revolution are strewn about its history. A place where I have, do, and will always come - sometimes vocally - and sometimes silently observing the beauty and brutality of who we all are.
In short, I love this place.
LOVE.
Thank you for all the people who have and do make it what it is. You give arrogant blowhards like me a place to belong. I love it here.