All those
things go on inside of the all that is. We have been brought through a blender
and basically killed. Most all of our reserves have been tried, tested, and
they have often failed us. What we wanted to happen did not and might not ever.
What is more, we have, at the risk of sounding romantic, seen the darkness. We
tried to shine a light into it and the darkness laughed at the flashlight,
grabbed it, and broke it into a million pieces. I have not even started, called
the darkness, You are finished, not I. And there is a crumby and crumbling path
where the mind, heart, soul, after been taunted by the haughty and prideful,
gets blasted, a body check from behind and then someone hits from the front. A
legal and an illegal check both were gotten. For what? Inside it, along it,
there was also for us a falling in love part and all that it entails, and also
the rest of the ‘good’ things, or many of them. None of them are it. Watch
someone in deep drama if you are not. Its something- quite valid to life for
sure,- that is what happens in life,- but that is not what life is made of. There
is a nuance. What life is made of is all the same substance. Everything.

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