Humans find a metric to measure everything - scaling down uncertainty and beauty into a concept so small or mundane that it makes it easy to understand.
The depths of my soul is something that has no metric.
It is the home of untainted imagination;
It is the example of unwavering dedication;
It is an engine room feeding an insatiable furnace.
No metrics, because there is no uncertainty: My soul…
…cannot be scaled down and cannot be understood.
…understands no threshold of sacrifice, compromise or impossibility that it cannot satisfy.
…is the one thing that goes beyond everything that makes me mortal.
…renders no occasion so safe or so out of reach it will not rise to.
It loves fiercely, fights violently, protects always.
The beauty: My soul…
…holds that very breath God breathed into me when I was first born… forever fanning my insatiable furnace to flame.
Thank you God, for my *unconquerable soul
Unconquerable Soul referencing the Invictus Poem by William Blake and is not my quote.
