Dear Fellow-writer Lazhar Bouazzi, I thank you heartily for your comments but here I am--an ordinary man who tries to live life as simply as I can, without the strappings of 'philosophy' or lofty ideas.  The living is the meaning but it's not the meaning that could apply to others.  We are all grains of sand on the seashore of life, each unique in our own way though we seem to look alike superficially.  Let's celebrate our togetherness in humanity and give thanks for the joys of words that inspire, ennoble, enhance and enrich.  Prose speaks eloquently but poetry, much more in its beauty, depth and subtlety--just like great music. Every day is a gift conferred upon us and every poem we write is a testament of our unfailing love of all that which is beautiful and sublime.

Time would take us away some day but words outlast time just as the stars in the firmament would never give up their light. We, in our finite capacity and intelligence, see things only partially but, if we open our hearts to the Grandeur of the Universe,  we will be transformed and come to realise, despite our smallness in the scheme of things, that we can rise higher to become larger than we are.