The needs of sparrows and the sorrows Wary of the chariness of exploring enjoyments, becoming moribund through hypnotic gazing as in a 'Darwinian' 'Darwinesque hypothesis that to live is to sooner or later, in some fashion or another to be stalked... Do you wish to tell me that you in some sense do not feel called upon to prove that you deserve food and shelter...? Prove that you are not expendable, and an element that is being jostled out of place and g fading...? Ah! Blessed fears that give birth to a need to wonder and to 'believe' with an upped ante that there is no 'reason' to believe...? 'Belief' for the hell of it...? Simply a space that can be gone into that may give one a primal outfitting of possibilities that are seen on no horizon... So to speak, draw or etch emotionally, as an avenue worth walking down Who knows, there may still be fascinations abounding