We walk about, counting on the ground to hold still. On the sky to stay up. On the moon to talk to the tides. On the stars, on the sun. So we fall.
Friends only count on each other.
Some among us cannot walk or remember numbers. Others have been torn by rages. Do our best to make up knowing that when the ground folds and the sky and the moon and the stars and the sun, we are all. Unknown Author A friend of mine sent this to me via e-mail. I thought so much of it I wanted to share it with you.