Not all heroes and heroines must marry and die. One must be born first. Born into reason, nature and spirit. Filled with a bit of mystery. Stirred by the hands of fate. And witness the flowering of a day lily. And the sighing pshaw of the chickadee. Each moment may bring surprise but more often than not it will be followed by another moment. Sometimes my day passes trying to get at the meaning of yesterday. Did I worship everything meaningfully? And, how important was it for me to do so? Maybe greeting a passerby is more than enough. Enough does not have to be the best. Time still follows the worst which, though crushed, can no longer witness how it becomes history. Perhaps, and again perhaps, what is worn and what becomes do not have to marry and die.