With just the plain and hash, sometimes reality gets a little hard to stomach. There have been times when we all have needed something edible which had acted like a settler of the matters which caused us tossing and turning. When the ones who yearn have their chests filled with desperation, air is hard to come by, when sticking heads just above the water’s surface. We are become prone to clawing at the unknown scratching at the deep and dark for some sign of anything solid. It’s just as usual what’s brought sometimes can be a clam shell or a brilliant pearl. Whatever the product though, we find treasure in how we perceive it.