An Evolving Disciple

The past is gone but something might be found to take its place.

“I don't understand what you see in him” said my friend the Stoic, with a sigh. The Stoic (as I will call him in this writing) is one of the few people I'd go to with my troubles... especially the illogical kind, for he'd find those most entertaining. He was never swayed by emotion, and he was great at both seeing through bullshit, and giving it back. “Well,” I told him with a shudder of held back tears, “There was a time I was crying into his shoulder, and offering to give him a kidney if he ever needed one. He made some comment about how efficiently the kidney would be able to filter through blood with a high glucose content in the blood. I don't remember what he said, but I do remember that I stood there trying to remember how the loop of Henle worked, and I forgot to be sad. “ “I see”, he said, though it was clear from his tone that he didn't. “So yes, It's reason like that I suppose.”