At last, the CDs are here -- all 99 or so copies.  

Actually, taking a copy in my hand, looking at it -- I'm struck by how insignificant it seems.  The music that has been my life-long dream, the songs that soaked up all my blood and sweat and tears -- all on a tiny disc, looking like any other.  Just like everyone else's music.  

I hope it will come to mean something to other people besides me.  I know it will.  I know it will.