That wanting is beautiful. As is needing. As is grief and hope and heartbreak.
That to live life well is to walk away with a mess on one's hands. Dirt and earth and fresh berries and love.
And to give kindness away, hard as that often is, hurt as we may be.
Oh yeah, and this: If you can't sign your name to what you have to say, well then you don't actually get to say it. Because that's the thing about Oz, he's just a small man behind a heavy curtain.