Throughout our simple lives we meet the most unlikely of characters who become pillars of our existence. Muses for those who allow themselves to become enamored with the desire to find fuel for their lacklusterous lives. They build these pillars high and bestow abnormal praise upon them in an attempt to glorify what they have accomplished due to their blinding light. Are they however truly magnificent? To the ones who deem them as they are. To the ones who view their accomplished archives as exuberance achieved within their good graces. These pillars are viewed as gifts from the Gods. Presents of pain as well as divine mercy achieved through the acts of suffering. For the Gods move mountains but their humbles decreet the process. Do remember though that the most beautiful resurrects from that of a place of pain.
~M
