Small, quinoa-like pieces. They are clinging together like soap bubbles, flat and uniform. They are translucent, and remind me of the “Predator” movie, something is there, you can see it, but the image is warped, skewed.
Upon consideration, the quinoa actually looks like translucent snake skin scales, flexing and moving together.
You have never listed what this “opportunity” is, therefore, there is no opportunity. There is only attempted chaos in my mind.
Happy medium = 2. Isn’t that beautiful? 1 = lonesome. 2 = harmony. 3 = jealousy. Or it can, anyhow.
Small sacrifices we make for each other.
Many say there is but one major, all redeeming sacrifice, given by one man. I say it is in the small sacrifices we give each other daily that will save humanity. The Krystos in each person, caring, sharing, healing.
People talk to each other, play with each other, and they are not even in the same room, not even in the same country times. Their voices move along the connected WiFi systems. Take away the Xbox … their are many who claim they can still chat it up as though they were still using the device.
Let us be kind. Let us appreciate that ‘spark’, that inner light that dwells within each of us.