Description: Is every moment a fleeting mess, or an opportunity to experience the precious? Is the nature of man (and woman too) to survive life as an inescapable obstacle course of tricks and treats, or is the nature of man to love and find a unity with life that helps him express it? Is it the purpose of who we are to hope we find it, or is the purpose of each of us something that is already complete, that our life exists to express?
