All Happens

In coming to terms I find that no terms become the optimum solution. Therefore, no terms are proposed nor received.

Where no terms exist, there lies the wedge of freedom.

While readjustment commences, life goes on.

There are no preparations for continuation, rather cessation. In the time at hand diligence is perhaps preferred over regulation.

Endurance finalizes conviction and so the end of the rope has been achieved. Where then, will you ascend?

In statutory remembrance we fulfill the roles of our ancestors. Out of the past we find the future and yet with a simple glance to this moment, we find revelation.

It is in this revelation that all happens.