resonance and echoes past and future function
in time
changing as the knowing grows and grows and grows,

emote the mote in my eye, it never lies
it is the apple I saw in my grandma's eye, one time

-- what good can I do? The noblest of quest ions,
-- allude to the ludicrous joy of being a grandfather

smothered in the laughter of children
laughing at pig farts… just the thought.