CANDLE BURNS LATE THIS FATEFULL NITE..is hope lost, love out of sight. what then is my purpose or plight. struggle as i do, w/all my might. forces far beyond my control rule the universe, whjether random or alien, from galaxies removed..it is uyp to the individual to behove. to decipher, to unwind, to find peace of mind. even if never w/one's own kind.. can a blind man hear, will he know what to fear. what awaits eah of our fate's. this little furball doesn't have a clue, and i suspect neither do you..pray as you may, worship false g-ds of stone. sing out of key, trying to play in tune. the finale will arrive soon. in brilliant sunlight or under the glare of the moon. why do wolves howls sound like a bing crosby "croon". affairs of the heart turn into fatal wounds. solace for me keeps looking forward to each full moon,just like the wolves who croon. species far apart, predator and pray,. both await eagerly the coming of day. so why do humans so desparately strive to stay?? to stay alive they resort to faith and pray. only animals believe in the next light of each day. if they live thru the night, their life will again replay. If not, hopefully joy filled their final day..STEVEAND PEANUTS { TWO DISTINCT SPECIES BOUND ACCIDENTALLY IN A SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP THAT NEITHER COMPRHENDS, JUST ENJOYS.}....TO THIS I SAY AMEN, RAISE YOUR GLASS IN TOAST..EACH DAY DEMANDS OF US THE MOST. NO SPIRIT , NO GHOST, NO FOOLS DREAM, WILL ALTER THIS POST..............