From Out of The Grand Abyss

And in your pain, even -if you Choose- in your suffering, reflect and Feel honored.

Feel honored, more than the Rock, the Rain Drop, or the dandelion’s Parasol, that it is You who Feels whatever way.

It is You Alone.

You Alone and your Tender Soul That is Allowed to Feel at all.

From out of the Grand Abyss you Sprang and for a time, had

Eyes to look upon another,

Ears to hear the Thunder, a pair of

Nostrils to Take in the Scent of Spring, a

Palette to Taste Life, and

Hands that Turn the Page.

Lastly, That Old Heart of Yours, that beats both desperately and coincidentally, Mnemonically.

So Contemplate if you Must. But in your Contemplation, Remember this:

“You are so very Rare a thing HERE and there will never be Another in This Time and Place quite like you are right NOW.”