After all these years, what strikes me most about life, when examining the array of its most defining features, is its inescapable bittersweet impermanence. No earthly creation, natural, or chemical bond, though having the appearance of being held dear or inexhaustibly strong, is built to withstand the cruel test of separation and time. Eventually, even the purest of gentle intention is given flight and released to the fickle wind of fortune, its journey now set skyward to find an individual path through the cold cosmos of fate. As these newfound wanderers set forth on this imperative exploration, they take with them a name, a face, a smell, a memory, once so undeniably alive but now irretrievably absent from the mind of the one they forsook for freedom. As time, in its typical and careless fashion, moves forward with unbridled alacrity and brings circumstances beyond control, the who of the world might be frequently lost, but, in this unavoidable act of losing, allows room for the soul's unique why to appear.

I do believe that I am seeing this larger picture, the why it all has happened since the start,
and what I am viewing
tends not to disappoint
at
all.