This is This is this is the most beautiful experience of my life. And yet, look at what this day is. I feel this intense, intense need to write a poem. I feel an intense need that will not be satisfied, that my soul will not be satisfied until I create some art because what I've just done is nothing very wrong, but it's also nothing very right. It's so sad to read a book of a higher age, to see in one sense how far we've come, but in another sense how low we still are that I am caught in a rat race, part of a company that is doing its best to survive, not thrive, not innovate, and yet what we sell is to help others thrive and innovate. But it is this twisted game of the blind leading the blind. Maybe I am at fault for not having the humility to let go and let God.