Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I lose my thoughts and feel my unbelief.
Do we see the adventure? Do we see the risk? It is joyful and exuberant! Light beams and seems to bend over the horizon as the dusk cowers and flees. Do we see the prize? Do we smell the fragrance? The lumps in our hands seem idiotic. Our gaze holds tearful delight. Why do we maintain; what is the use of composure? Everything is worth nothing as the earth buckles back. The change, the weight of it, flicks out of our pockets as we skip to the market.
Everything must go, for I found it. And it is so good.