Hello!
I've been out of twi proper for about 25 years or so, with twi splinter groups being a few more years of personal history after that. I'm doing great, thanks.
We're free to answer your questions. Keep in mind the answers will be a mixed bag. There's no mandatory POV here. So, the answers will range from erudite to frivolous, from deep to flighty, from casual to scientific, from reverent to blasphemous. After twi, the chance to hear from all sides should be a welcome surprise!
Why would we stick around after getting on with our lives? Actually, I heard this one IN twi, but it made the rounds long before twi. In was probably published first in 1900 (it may have been published before that, however.)
The Bridge Builder
By Will Allen Dromgoole
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”