The soul journeys beyond these words and I wonder if the deepest human desire is freedom, youth or beauty. Is it wise to not be tempted by wanting to know or to bake a sponge cake with three yolks, 1 cup of flour, and ½ cup water and some love? I am tired. I had to do some blood test yesterday to see if it is my thyroid that has been causing this problem. What are magic rays when light is less than a delightful haven? Verses that fill my fingers and heart, and travel through my very existence. Is it just to say I am tired of the injustice in the world and that is what leaves me more like an enemy to my peace than a friend of my quiet?