More of your brill, BRILL work, my friend. And I mean all of it: words, possibile meanings, possibilities, your drawings, your music selection. The entire kit and kaboodle (sheesh…that’s the second time in the last XX years that I have used the “kaboodle” expression. What’s with that? Does it matter? :-)

I think what truly matters , when we drill down to the heart of life, is a tiny ,TINY little pile. A clump, since pile implies bigger than I mean. And this little mound is personal to each of us. It has nothing to do with the marketing messages pushed at humanity from every space out there. It has nothing to do with all the bullshit.

It is just that handful of things that makes and made life precious to our personal being. Nothing else. The secret we hold dear when we dig deep enough to find it.
Hmmm. I think your poem put me on a “meaning of life” rant.🙄