Greetings to any and all of you, and thank you for reading.
Today, I was thinking about life. A strange and beautiful thing, which should be cherished, yielding both good and bad, but a huge variety of great and glorious experiences.
For this, I leave you a poem, of a sort, written when sleep loosens the restraints on creativity:
'We live each day
Walking through life, in our own little world
Peering out through a blurred window
Trying to make sense of our surroundings.
It can grow dark and strange there
With no shelter to be seen, and terrors all around
Where the ground slips beneath your feet
And the sky whirls overhead
And you try to keep hold of your plans and dreams
As they are broken and crushed by the buffetting wind.
Life's path does not run smooth,
But one thing I would say to you:
No matter how dark, how desperate or drear,
You will never be alone.'
