Sometimes, in the dead of night, a solitary bird will perch itself in the highest branch of a tree and cry, hoping its cries will be heard by a perfect counterpart.
The bird knows the value of finding ‘the rest of its life’. No cry is too loud and no hour is too late for the search.
When completeness comes, all is quiet. Effortless movement replaces handicapped struggle.
Majestic are connections – that bloom out of adversity.
The Infinite 