For years you have materialized in and out, to provoke the relinquishing of my suppressed affections, to catch any glimmering, to milk the honey from my lips; and somehow my life's tumult allowed me to fall far enough to see, broke me enough to finally concede. Once I openly acknowledge what you had so gently, so patiently and expertly conditioned me to acquiesce, I felt an absence where a living, pulsing power had once breathed. A tethering and a constant communication that I became joyfully acclimated to. Through the pain and confusion, the tears and meditation, I can only logically speculate that this was your only intent; to guide me to the acceptance of my own hidden truths, that I am to resume where I had left off - without you. It seems we may forever be wrestling with logic and undeniable sensation, but atleast if so great and majestic a mountain can rise to give me one small seed of a gift, then the great tumbling of such a peak into a valley can also reveal it’s divine purpose.