Woke up with this very concept in my mind, an answer, a two part wish: take the one or take the other, but then as I carried on waking up I forgot it, and then all the other stuff came along like a circular clockwork train loaded up to the gills with the past momentum where one wrong step could see it all pile up, almost as if the universe was saying: your soul path is open, but you're going to get juiced in it, for there's no turning back the clocks, and no matter what you do that's what you'll do until there is no more doing; oh lady light on the brimstone, do you wonder if you're worth anything at all in this life? Is the answer then that to the very air you breath you are no less a wonder than the stars in the heavens, for without you there would be no wonder, and for all the beauty in life, who would appreciate it if you were not here?