that a glance became something more,

that a fight up that hill taught a village simpleton

how real battle actually works,

that swords forged from the river styx cuts

the soul,

that subtlety is an art that is often hinted, implied

but never agreed formally,

that the play of words sums up what we do, how we think,

how we feel –

that our choices become the seeds we plant in this sacred garden

and they all compete with the earth

that reality has a way of creeping in when you lest expect it

that a-ha, oh-no moment,

that we are shadows attached to the tallest tree that has

become the pinnacle,

that many trails converge to roads, railways but the screaming

sound of regret never gets heard,

that uniqueness is a common fallacy shared by many weary travelers

eager to make light conversation

that categorization is a misapplied method made up by reductionist

eager for a simple solution

that forecasting is a magical hat born at birth and made stronger

with the passage of time

that intent and motive are for all practical purposes completely

irrelevant to what did take place

that what did take place is highly debatable considering that life

is a play of words and acumens

which leads one back to the beginning of all things –