our souls are like an omelette. when gaps are created,
more of us fills it in. the more gaps, the faster it cooks,
and maybe it can't cook properly if you don't push it around a bit.
and the final product, of course, is all the better and completely different
because of the free-flowing into the holes left by someone elses'
meddling. but it still tastes delicious. and it's still an omelette.