A million years ago, in what seemed like a life long past, there existed a person who loved, who cared and most of all had the eyes to see what most could not. That person now is no more than a fable told only by the wind in thee most obscure corners of time. To see the high water mark is special enough. Getting washed away by the receding wave is something else. Being lost at sea is completely different altogether. Thank you for spotting my beacon.