Some things in life are simply intangible. No amount of words, descriptions, allegories, metaphors, explanations, theories can successfully capture them. These are the daily little miracles, the little secrets that stir in the heart like murmurs from a tranquil water stream...
One can pass them by, so easily...if one is too engrossed with figuring out life. Yet sometimes they impose themselves, like some stark reality, quietly, without making too much fuss or noise, just there...like a pebble, a stone, a rock, just there...that cannot be contoured, staring at you in the face...telling you by its mere presence - yes am here.
