unexpected surprises, pleasant turn of events, returning to the fold, reentering the mailing label, and words stop having meaning, and rambling, but amazing, to be surprised by it all, and to quite possibly have a dream come true, to be exactly where i wanna be, to exist and understand and be, when all things fall into place, when all the gears start clicking, how these fragments from heaven fall, like snow from the sky forming a white pure blanket, and that's just right around the corner, but as always, balance, vogue, strike a pose, but ying and the yang, as one arises another falls, and the light and dark, the good and bad, always seek to level the field, because moderation in all things, except some, too much of anything, except somethings, because the reed never breaks, nor grows strong and tall, but it never breaks.