lots in life, too much and blessed with everything in it, plethora, cornicopia, full of life, life is full, a whole pie, colored slices, percentage points and shares, understanding fractional increases and dependancies, or just pretending to, but realizing, trying to understand, grasping at straws to hold head above water, to keep from drowning, thin rope, shread of hope, thinking softly, that maybe, just maybe, it all makes sense, that it all falls into place, that, well, someone else knows better, and the wheels keep on turning, the pieces form the picture, and before long, since starting at the corners, since that's the easiest place to start, and then the image forms, lines dancing all throughout, but taking a step back, it's beautiful, it's stunning, and i'm a part of that.