We color the emotion and exhibit it.
We sit down, expectant of the bounce
of an echo, the one of our own conscience,
proof of our fitting together, children
in the vacuum of the world.
Variation is so essential to evolution and yet we tend to existential crises when we do not fit in:) A wonderful write, Marlyn:)
Indeed, we do, @prydefoltz. Even old age won't fix that, I think.