What it all comes down to in the end is realising that life, although nicely presented on a silver platter, doesn't always come with serving spoons. Sometimes you need to just get in there and dig around in the soggy entree before your fingers are sticky enough to hold a firm grip on what you are really after - those cream covered peaches in the centre of the tray. Slippery, messy and dripping with juice so sweet that for the briefest of moments as they brush passed your parched lips the world itself makes sense, they can stop a man's bleeding heart.
It restarts of course, beat by beat... enriched by the sweet pap of love, and the incomparable milk of wonder.
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Last line fragment acredited to Nick Carraway in "The Great Gatsby"
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