It is too easy to lose that sight. There is a reason an angel was sent to correct Job. The human spirit - and its condition - cannot comprehend divinity, and one cannot see past through pain that which has become unreasonable. Pain changes us, as it changed Job. Time erodes as it elapses, wearing away poetry, song, feeling in blood. It merely becomes red, as it has been said. Happenstance. The assured sun at dawn as the assured moon at dusk.
There is meaning only when we carve out blood. If we are fortunate enough, we attain tools. If we blessed, in times unforeseeable as they are incomprehensible, we may use our teeth and nails when stripped of any and all tools we had, or could have had.
And in this methodology, we stain everyone we touch.
