One can not know nor appreciate fully the depth and breadth of a
kindred, eternal loyalty, acts of kindness and generosity, or love's
universal brilliance and reverent spirit having not at some point
in life walked the void, desolate and parched landscape of absence.
We all know people who have walked the walk, and not unlike the snowman rolled into existence from the driveway who is given lumps of coal with which to see for the first time, the view is priceless.
