I will experience ache in ALL forms, love in UNCOUNTABLE ways, and fury too GRAND for our atmosphere.
This I know to be certain.
I will TRY to understand my blindness - my cataracts of FEAR-ego driven assumptions - are but short form.
I will get my hands ***** and TRY      to mold what I will later become,

only to realize that you can't make sculptures with broken egg shells.

In my last moments - I hope - to lie in a perfectly sunken mattress only to be blessed with truth that my life was everything I hoped it would be.
You see     it is but our DREAMS that make life worth living.