We are a mystery and a wonder beyond all imagining. That which we crave and which engulfs our presence and souls are but, decorations we hang on our selves. Our beliefs faint glimmerings of who we are; bubbling up from our deepest self only to eventually float to the surface as knowings, then to burst as others deeper in our soul begin their ascent.
Then again perhaps, I am just so full of shit that my mind is just undergoing massive synaptic misfirings as my brain cells take their last gasp before oblivion. LOL