Some-times in the cast shade of beauty, life, our greatest glories feel the most hollow of them all, having dispersed continuously through our pre-aspirations & post-adulations. The only true full- complement of joy passes through us, as a breeze of no measure; we are doomed never to linger on contentedness for more than a moment's breadth.
Just balancin' on a knife-edge, if yr lucky 'nuff.