Metal edges dripping with essence. Warm body drips air through its nostrils. We appreciate the life, but also when we are presented with the end of life. We do not drip with life, but more often with drip with pain, and discomfort. While due in these times, this way of looking does not help us to see the real essence. A beautiful face helps us remember beauty, to seek it in all things. Yet when we leave favor, we forget beauty, we lack the ability to see it in all things.
A tragedy of life for us, the lack of living what is life and longing for what is only imagination.