When…

When the trite becomes significant…

When the bullshit overwhelms…

When you feel lost among the insane…

A wonderful piece of music…an inspiring quote – the touch of one whom you love, the satisfying feeling of a drink in hand late at night, the image before your minds’ eye of one whom you love, or have loved; the joy of turning the page of a book you love, the thought of your children when they were young, the thought of your parents whether living or passed, the walk among city streets or forests of ages, alone; the cigarette late at night, the overwhelmingly satisfyingly meal created and cooked by scratch out of love – just for you; the lightning rod of a gem of a thought that you are loved beyond your imaginations by God, Mother Earth or whatever created this magnificence; the scent of your favorite fragrance that comes your way, unexpected; a brief and joyous remembrance of your first love, your first date, your first job, your first thought of the eternal, or just the sane thought that you are not a part of the insane, and when you value the look of your canine above the look from the human – when any or all of these visits you – cherish them, for it is what this life lost, is mostly about.