The Gift of Life (Part III)
I am surrounded by those who give me pause enough to acknowledge that in this universe of commerce and glory there are those who not only carry the day but further the event horizon for all. The universe is alive with music to my ears and in the ensuing sight I am blinded. It is in this blinding moment, standing in awe of greatness manifested, that I pay homage with great respect.
For all that is said and done, privately, publicly and otherwise, I shed a tear of joy in the humble gratitude of being honored by such presence.
Upon the firmament, I am moved. Across the vastness of time and space, uniformity requires obeisance.