Although we have all of these things, and, although we are well equipped to use all of these things, we use less than half, less than a third, less than an eighth. Mosaics are what we are and we glisten in the sunlight. With dust, we fade. Too much light, we dull. Caretakers are what we have always needed to survive. Recognize distinct individuals and hold onto their certain tones. We can't be special. We are special. Someone, somewhere, sometime told us both of these truths, though, the evidence is slim.

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