I’m trying to say that the physical body you’re in, I’m in, is only temporarily what you are— and even then it’s a small part of you and I. The biggest part of us is probably immeasurable and it belongs to our conscience— and that’s the part I suspect we will keep longer than the fingertips we type with— or the eyes we read with, or what have you with whatever you have. That’s my intuition. Someone throw me a flotation device, haha— it’s gettin deep over here.

It brought the word “existential” to mind. Not the actual poem, but the meaning and the thought process behind it. I think the ability to wonder is better than the ability to know. Hmm, make that two flotation devices. :)

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I love the imagery of the “nose crinkled smiles”. On the first read through from there it brought up images of running water for me, which is a good symbol of constant change and perhaps erosion, but I was a little lost by the gens part. Was that in reference to passing on genes and morals to descendent family? (Gens from the latin meaning those with a common ancestor.)

It’s ‘glens’ as in a fields or valleys. Wow, wrote that almost a year ago today.