Question

How many centuries have people squinted and squirmed trying to force a frayed thread through a needle eye hole?

And then finally one day - there it is. It's as if we had suddenly awoken - and there it was - just out of our grasp all along.

We go through so much of life like that - hypnotized. Repeating patterns and traditions, never really seeing, never really knowing, forgetting to reach out, forgetting to even question.

It's beautiful when we finally do - isn't it?