We tend to amplify or embellish when talking about our passions. In a disjointed way we've established that Will is a terminally fickle guy, basically a horndog seeking legitimacy of his sex addiction by pleading "searching for love". That would be true if it turned out that way but no matter how you look at it, he was right. Once he found Jill the sequence reversed. He knew he found whom he was looking for and it sure would have been easier if she was local and available. But that's one of the compelling parts of the Will & Jill story - love sealed their fate and neither was amenable to clamping on the handcuffs again if they ever found a way out of where they were trapped. It doesn't matter - discovery equals freedom, at last. Shintoism says that purification leads to peace of mind and good fortune - wow, is that an understatement. Casting aside the destructive effects of living for vows for vows' sake is a recipe for aberrance that need not be belabored here. Honor your commitments, live up to your promises but when self-destruction is in place, don't wait for someone to yell "FIRE" to evacuate the premises. The old bromide about being a living survivor rather than a dead hero is harsh but it's an option.

If only I could find a way I'd feel like I'm the man you believe I am And it gets harder every day for me I can't keep hidin this feelin~Scholz

I get to sit here and write about making it all the way down from the 122nd floor in spite of being the pilot who crashed into the building. Believe me, those dinosaurs never saw the asteroid coming and all the pity humanly possible wouldn't alter the rightness of the universe one iota. Celebration of what is doesn't mean the plight of the overlooked goes unfelt, too.