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I missed you, you were here and then gone, no one even saw you go, you didn’t wave, I just didn’t see those eyes anymore, and yes it was lonely, wondering what it was like to have someone like you, I felt like I think a piano would if some keys were missing, I could get threw some of the melody but a lot of it was messy, the keys didn’t flow right, I fought for the right tune, the correct tone, but with the origin of the stokes missing the melody changed, it was gone. It was rough, there are times I forget you, but I always at the same time knew you were missing, I heard myself asking questions to turn for an answer to almost hear you whisper as your silhouette faded into the sky, I was trapped on the other side of us fighting to get to that familiar place that I knew existed within me as child, I hear myself calling out your name in my sleep to wake to a hand that was empty, my strolls long and colorless where fraught with battles that I thought I had to fight alone, I was missing me in you because you made me think, we, us, two, but I was one, sister without a sister, looking and being blessed with sisters learning that no sister can be a sister within a sisterhood without the strength of her sisters, I want to hear those songs again, the ones that sounded so out of tune when you were no more than a memory, I want that melody, those walks and talks, and sleep overs and moments, I want to move forward, because at some point I think I stopped, hoping I did find you, hoping you’d catch up, hoping you see me walking past a store and notice my movements and remember and say to yourself in that childlike voice I remember her, I had a sister like her, she was one of my first friends, my first confidants, she played in my hair and took my dolls, we colored and danced and fought our brothers and dare them to tell if they hit us back, I pray for you always, hoping you’d run up behind me and pull my skirt tale just to look into those eyes again, what moments I have lost, what moments I have missed, what a different world I would know, if I had gotten the opportunity to watch this little sister grow, sorry it took so long, but today is now and we get to move on. So what, to my sister that have keep me sane for you, who have held me up when there was nothing I could do, I thank you all and ask you to continue to be the best, yes you are the very best part of me, the voices, that help me make the choices to live life not allow life to live me, I love all my sister and pray I could be as good a sister as some of you have chosen to be. It took 30 years to find my sister

One body, One individual, breaking off into many pieces all flowing in different directions, Each of us represent a different choice made, and to think there are just that many choices, There is one end for us all where we return to the beginning. Imagine one man, and each part of him walking away, knowing what they desire with no real plan, never thinking to look back, because every part thinks they understand. Picture the ocean in spite of the sea, never apart, one body, but the reality is every part is a separate drop. some rise into the sky, take flight embrace life. others breakaway to form ponds, rivers and lakes. More beauty in life may await them but they will make so many mistakes. Mistakes made before they become that landscaped view, that so many in life will plan, even crave to flock too, and others will beat against the rocks fighting to live at all cost. Many will just sit at the shore, see life but refusing to exit the door, the possibility to unsure, with the promise of so much more. So many will travel for a while all alone, push against the flow, desire a place to be the energy that only the father knows. Some will be comfortable in the place that they find realizing that many drops fell so they could have this life. Some will dry up as they attempt to walk without him on land, while others will sacrifice and return to the original plan, which goes back to say, we all are one body that will walk on the land, representing the father, the one true (Great I am) Father..

Black love, Afrocentric love, I got you, unclear of who we are, but your aura got me stuck type love. That love that thumps you in the back of your neck while pulling at your nappy edge type love. That lace front removal, show you my real edges, I got my Vaseline and tennis shoes, pull off my hoops, type love. That pop off my nails, snatch of that ponytail, I am going to get you sucker type love. That tattoo of your face on my behind, I will risk it all to see you one more time type love. That throwing caution to the wind, ride or die, I need your smile type love. That loving hard, romantic is your arms type love, That dropping it like it’s hot, making it rain cash, type love. Black love, Afrocentric love, That love that is misunderstood, comes without warning, and should never be judged type love. They don’t know it when they see it, they can’t comprehend it, they get hooked when they try it, it’s additive, it’s worse than crack, both black women and men have died for it, to love black, while being black. It’s a proverbial notion because when we flow black, in black love, they fear our motion because we as solid black send fear threw the core of them that see the power in that black love, that educated, creative, magnificent, mysterious, beyond exceptional, I will surpass you in all things type love.

do we blame Ford for the miss use of an automobile, we could start off by teaching our children how to use social media responsibly, how to formulate their own opinions, there are driving school, perhaps internet access should come with a license, the government polices it to a point, but should young minds not have limited access, we should hold the parents responsible, it starts at home. when a child get a gun we hold the parents responsible, the internet, television and music holds the same threats to impressionable minds, as a game of Russian roulette especially if parents aren't watching the activity, when a seven year old girl meets and old man on the playground and he abducts her, her parents are not involved, I am sorry, I am not saying all children or parents, we need to pay attention to the words of the songs they sing, or the content of what they watch, who are they calling, why are they calling anyone at 6 years old, can we go back to the good old days of climbing trees, jumping rope, they sit and play games getting larger and larger, where is the tic tac toe or dodge ball, it's not going anywhere I agree with that, but we can choice how we approach it. These things are tools, no more, no less, I have shared these people with my children, used a selection of these to uplift my girls, Jill Scott, India Arie, Angela Stone because I love my black brothers, Erika and Mary J. I taught them to love themselves with the words of Maya, and Truth was Sojourner Truth helped me pave the way. Obama gave my boys something to aspire to, but so did George Washington Carver and I would be honored to say they know a little of what he knew, W.C. Brown, Latimer stood in the mix of men, when we teach them who they are no one can stifle them, I taught them that the internet cannot replace their friends and social skills are practiced and engaging in conversation is an automatic win, they know that games are make believe and Television isn't real, Real house wives of Atlanta. Empire a poor selection of what is real, Rap is a choice, so be selective of what you hear, We are educated people every shade of brown and depending on your community the net is the only place that information can be found. I try to show my children, and I gave birth to 6, I have fostered 30 and let’s throw 17 grandkids in the mix, more or less, My Sons are future kings and my daughters Queens to be and that legacy all began with me, (Well my grandmother) my family ate together daily and the phones lay in a box, every electrical device in my house, yes they all got shut off, I shared this with my children, have been sharing it for years, this is how they see us, "Market for Ni$$as" - YouTube this is truth, he is really good, I hope you enjoy I am just saying the parents can do more, it really does begin with them..... they represent us (children) one more thing just went camping with 122 family members for a week, No phones, limted internet.

The truth is more and more parents are not there, they are not present, they are not involved, they are not placing blocks in front of their 11 month old children, they are out attempting to buy things to baby sit them so they don't have too, for these children there are no hugs, their parents are not present to select the television programing or show them the off switch on the computer, we have all these internet bullies, Social media is being misused so of course we will see an impact on society, old folks unfriending old folks fighting via the net, no one takes responsibility, I mean most, not all black folks give privacy to a child until they can pay for their own privacy, there is no way my boys could have had a room full of guns, really. And these games have warnings, we have children killing children because the game resets, well the brother or sister they played with didn't reset, and more girls would turn off the computer, block, I mean block is a selection on Facebook twitter Instagram, likes determine your worth, and how many people have killed on Facebook live, I am sick of everyone blaming one another, and no Trump isn't helping by any means, I was kind of glad to know who my neighbors truly where, Trump brought out all those that smile in your face and truly because your skin is a tad bit darker hate your existence, We needed to know who's business to band from our black dollar, acknowledgment is the education that we need, So again I affirm that the majority of hate stems from poor upbringing, Parents not being present let alone involved, an engrained is a far assumption for me as several cultures contribute to my genetic makeup, We as parents need to be involved, we need to speak with our children not talk at them, ask them questions, view there internet activity, know their friends, Work is there, but I work so I can enjoy them, I refuse to make it more important than them. Realistically some parents are doing the best that they can but Society wins again, we promote dope, loose women and men, we marginalize sin and we glamorize death, we as people of color. While more us are attempting to reach down there are those that our girls attempt to mimic and our boys idolize, yes white America is terroristic, it doesnt concern themselves with our race, we must learn to love ourselves, no it wasn’t okay but I hate Walmart any way, and looking at the larger picture is if the sister was dating outside her culture where was the brother during her upbringing. Love is greater than hate, the school boys hate themselves, they shot of a school of their own, some of us are just angry. And who we blame if Obama was yet in office? These where two hateful boys and I hope it opens eyes, can we look past pointing fingers and really look at the issue, Trump is just a distraction.

How would you explain our black Republican. There are Republicans of all cultures. How do we justify there decision,

I want to step into his presence like a pair of slacks, be wrapped in his grace like a leather jacket, I desire to bathe in his spirit, I want to feel his support like one of my best bras, I want to dine with him at the best restaurants and dance with him till the sun comes up, I want to sit and talk with him for hours, and walk with him along the shore as the sun goes down, I want to taste him in my morning coffee and feel him in the twilight hours. Good Morning God thank you for loving me, and those that make up my tapestry. Today do you know how you want to intertwine your day with Jesus, I need the door to open, there is no way to the father but threw the Son, he won’t stand outside any longer, I want his presence, his light, my house has been dark far too long, it is amazing what you can find when the lights come on, the beauty, yes my house is beautiful but is it hard to embrace the beauty when life has you so frightened that you can’t see, I will walk in his promises for me, I will walk in his love, covered by his grace fully directed in his word ready to fulfill my purpose….. Walk with me.

I wear my scars like badges of honor, life tried to knock me out, but I got better, I can say I am proud of the woman that I am, My trials have made me sensitive to the needs of others and I can honestly say that this is my testimony, yes I wonder at times who I would be without life kicking on me with my permission, I have asked those that selected to make me part of their bad choices why, then I realize without the night the sun in the day doesn't seem to shine so bright, I am so sick of the me too generation, my desire is to be a part of the I got knocked down, tucked, rolled and continued to run generation, I understand the pain of most women, I will admit that is what makes me excel, and I love me, some me, I in all that I have concurred come to the realization that I am stronger for surviving then most, but I am far from the only one with a story like mine, I just glorify God because he allows me to move about the world without blinders, eyes wide open, because of my shattered child hood I learned to paint and write and that everything including myself is a work of art. I learn to express myself with the spoken word and I never take anything for granted, I feel every day is a celebration, I think we just need to choice what to celebrate and it shouldn’t be a difficult choice, you got to put your feet on the floor under your very own steam, that is good enough for me. I have 17 grandkids living 6 children that are not attempting to peer through prison walls, I understand what it is to be a afraid as well as what is to be brave even if the bravery is an act. Thank you sir but I am beyond a miracle and I tell bits of my story because they prove exactly that.

I am a survivor, I Love HIM, (GOD) I have survived molestation by more than one family member I have virtually been on my own since my 16th birthday, got a piece of education and employment that pays more than my bills I have suffered my daughter being raped by the same man twice, climbing through her window before she turned 13 and a year later at the start of her 14th year, they caught him before she was 25, but he had already raped a lot more girls by then, he is currently serving a 300 year sentence in the state of Oklahoma. An no I didn’t know him but at that time that was my greatest fear I have flipped in a car, rolled over in a car, spun and hydro planed in a car to walk away from all these accidents which where no fault of mine with no more than a few bruised bones The first man I married was extremely abusive both physically and mentally, it got so bad that he would take my shoes clothes and every phone in the house to work in the trunk of his car. God bless him I pray I have children with him so I pray for him every day. I have had my children taken by CPS to fight California’s judicial system which is designed to force people of color into slavery through incarceration to have my children returned and to win my case. The 2nd man I married left me and killed his first wife and is currently doing 40 years to life in a California prison. I raised 6 children, alone by this world’s standards not one today is in Prison or on Drugs (and yes for those that are wondering Jesus was (is) there). My nephew was killed in a drive by on my oldest daughter’s 27th birthday I have been at deaths door more than a few times. I have been the victim of harassment at work, I have been told most of my life I am ugly, stupid and was even told at one point that there are those that wished I had never been born. I lived in a drug house or two, but my children are more important than the things the world would try to expose us too I have survived welfare, I have survived so much more, the list is endless. There are so many times I wish to opt out of life, So many have told me year after year that God has no love for me. Up until this very day. I have been told that God doesn’t know me, but I know he has kept me for a purpose in spite of what they say. It is scary that without thinking they would speak death on me in such a way, but being who I am I can only fall to my knees and pray. What I do now is limit what I expose myself to because these are but a few of the things that God has brought me through, I mean think about it, my walk is not yours, we are on two different paths, mine no more or less important than yours. But I would never say God has no purpose for you in his plan, his word speaks to everyone that loves the great I am, It speaks to the believer even when it is hard to understand, to grasp the reason I view it plain, when what you see is angles, we just don’t see it the same, he sees peaks and valleys and I see a great terrain, it doesn’t make either wrong, we are looking from different directions, it’s really not that strange, I can see your point of view no judgement in my eyes, I am just tired of this world where there is not compromise, I can hate your sin without harming you, I can come in the Name of Jesus because in spite of what you think I know he loves me too. God love me, and he Loves you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. The real business

This is an opportunity to be heard, the power of spoken word, to evoke creative minds to shine, it is for some the only chance you have to speak your mind, we are pushing one another down, walking across bodies, making martyrs of children, not speaking up, whispering shame in the dark, afraid to embrace an opinion that comes from the heart, was it okay so long go to say what you meant, now you face book or tweet trampling their innocence, you name use homophobic if we can’t rationalize your choice to embrace the face that God gave you, but in reality he is the only one that can save you, some dark place where privacy is not valued, makes it okay to be disrespectful out loud, to push your immorality out in the crowd, but you get disgusted with us, because the truth has been disembogued, you walk a road not anticipating the effects of it all, and then place blame, making it not your fault, you made fear your very best friend, when you changed the words of God but refuse to step up and take responsibility for the condition the world is in, control is an illusion created to trap the ones that refuse to turn around, and pull those up that fell by the way, not knowing that the words you seek are a prayer away, I am not here to write in the sand, I can’t judge you, that was not God’s plan, I am here to let you know that things are far from right, most of us spiritually know wrong from right, and while I ‘don’t condone the choices you make, we will all stand before the king in judgment someday, and I will say I told them the truth, if that is all I ever do, and I will still love you even if you go astray, your choices in life aren’t mine to contemplate, I walk a fine line just like you, and no matter the choice, you have to live with what you do, you will throw rocks at the house made of glass, it’s not that you do not know who he is, but you selected to pass, because we all have choices to make, and very few of us can earnestly say we pray, that we ask for guidance before we move but when that struggle begins to feel like drowning we pick up God’s tools, otherwise we just make up life’s rules, accountability is a thing of the past, we don’t realize they died so we could live, but still we crash, Collide into one another, forgetting that she is my sister, he is my brother, we are not apart from another, your choices affect them and who they become, and they struggle because we have a point to prove where oneness is undone. We fail to realize we can’t move apart from the one, thought we try, a body adapts when under attack and falters and falls from the weight of all, it is a creative way to make sin appears as okay, to look at God’s plan and conduct ourselves any old way, So I sin when I set in silence as well, I sin when I attack you and damn you to hell, so all I can do is just say in the most sincere and loving way, that a sin is a sin, no matter the style, whether it be done in the dark, in the light it will tower, and he that sees it all will have the final word, and until that last breath we all must exist in this world, but understand this, to all that claim love, I am is watching us all from above, he directed us all as the ones that claim him to warn those who know better to step outside sin, but that didn’t included us hurting one another, love is louder than hatred and more powerful then thunder. So speak to them in Love (charity) So these three remain, Hope faith and Charity and Of these the greatest is Charity (love)

I currently manage a prison in California and worked education and drug recovery prior to that, I have found that most will learn in the first 5 years how to manuver in this world, children are like wet cement what falls on them leaves an impression and few of us realize the small seemly innocent things we door say in thier presence and how it effects them, we control the TV, the radios the computers, determine the media effects, we send them to school not paying attention to the totality of what they are learning, while it may not all be the fault of the parent I have come to in my experience to veiw so many falling because no one taught or showed them how to stand, we make excuses so they learn to make excuse we take short cuts so do they. these where children that lacked love and this world is violent, we teach tem violence itin the media the games they play what they watch from the bedroom to the classroom, to the boardroom, hear no evil, see no evil speak no evil, those monkeys meant so much but little did we understand

These are young white children, they where hardly men, the hate they displayed was taught and I blame their parents. What makes a brother kill his sister, Yes our current head is different but I am very sure that these two grown kids had issues before he was elected, We all know white priveledge is real and caucasions have the right to buy guns an feel they can use them as they please, but why aren't the parents getting them help. Why are they seeking attention on this level, white black brown does it matter the color of a nation when at the end of the day we are hurting and in disbelief., I go to Walmart occasionally, and I am light bright damn near white, that could have been me or mine, it is apparent these children don't know anything about love, Kids have to much freedom, we had to fight for freedom, many die so we can claim free, my children got to be free when they left my home and then they learned that freedom is an illusion, something they had to see for themselves, the Ghetto isn't even free. and even if they don't say it when our young black men and women act out they to are missing something as well, it's TV, Music, the news, games, what is raising these children, the gangs, it is defianly not parents who work 80 hours weeks with latch key kids, will we reach to the surface, down below the muck and try to understand the rage, it was't one word, it wasn't one sad song, it was people that taught these to devalue life, I could be wrong, but I am sure I am not.

You Matter. Do you ever look around and wonder what others are going through, do you wonder do they wonder about you, do they concern themselves with your struggles, do they know you are in pain, the song talks about the painted on smile, I hear voices telling me to kick back and relax stop thinking so hard and chill for a while, but how do you relax when every morning the flood begins again, you lift your eye lids to the perils of a nation, as small of a piece of the puzzle you are, it still takes that small piece to complete the picture, no one seems to think that their presence is significant but she said all of us, she meant you and I, not them and they, where do you separate yourselves when we a representatives of the atom, need molecules to form anything larger then ourselves, many wonder why I think this way, perhaps because I have been wrestling with some form or another of discomfort for the majority of my life, but the sad part is so have you, we see ourselves so different, when the only real difference is the day you decide that your contribution to me is derived from the moment you elect to look inward and embrace and heal yourself beyond the appearance of mistakes, I learned you in the moment that I said I won’t anymore, I stretched and tried again even when the friendship seemed to end, the roads changed to highways and I walked on alone but I never saw you watching I just assumed I was on my own, feeling sorry for myself, because my companionship was gone, but we are not intended to walk out here by ourselves, money doesn’t bring contentment, friendship is the greatest wealth, networks of people connected for a common goal, they walked around Jericho and they watched the walls unfold, one can set 1000 enemies fleeing 2 ten thousand so the bible says, we are like the sands so our impact would be quite something else when like links of a chain we connect, we are bound in strength the difference we can make, united on a journey, miles we will travel when, we pick up another stranger and they become a friend, a nation of friendship begins when two souls decide to connect, and peaks and valleys attempt to part them but chain that bonds refuses to play in regret, so even though some days it feels like tug of war, I will be there to pull you thought till we all stand at Heavens Door, it begins with one.. are you the one, you matter. .

Love is a Paradox, it is an argument, it is soft but hard like concrete, presented in the weakest link but pulled by the strongest chain, Love can be freedom and prison combined in a moment, it should can be like falling into a glide, abstruse and detailed all in a glimmer, love is always seeking exploration while desiring to never let this moment go, love can be finite and indefinite, the stroll, the walk, the run, and the stumble, it all begin with the crawl, love is doors opening and closing, the tantrum and the dance, the shy look down and sexy first glance, the touching of skin and holding of hands and romance the dance and the fight to hold that one solitary stance, Love is confusion, an illusion, real, the feel of what butter contemplates as the heat of the pan breaks down the resolve that makes us push past imagined fear to peer past what was expected to what is, Love should be all these things, the known and the unknown, separate but not alone, with him but on your own, love is us, was them, when they began as friends and ended as more, stand at the door, the threshold to war, for those so poor to emotions because the heart sits torn, taken for granted, the matter that makes me desire a paradox of uphill battles and downhill crawls where opposites attract and bricked up walls fall, where did we meet, love you, she, I, you, them, they, we, where are you? to my back, or to my front, I spin in circles wondering where are the arms to embrace me that push me away, no I wasn’t okay and you say pray, and I pray to stand at the gate that invites me in but the way is blocked, my hopes lays scattered because the chain has a lock, and the combination that plagues my mind sits in the way, so I can’t get in, an anyway, so much out and in and we begin again, strangers but friends, can I come in, can I come in, can I come in and rest, no dance because love is fickle, I can’t figure the purpose, but I keep rehearsing, hoping God soon shows up and leads me away. It should cost you nothing but you would give your life for a taste, savor the flavor of me to blind to see that loving is more than this reality, pain comes with pleasure at times but balance is love and in God so defined.

Ebony man, strong, dark, hidden, it is the strength like that of the mighty oak, you stand in spite of the weather and because of that stance you give hope Full grown, your essence shaded in a mahogany hue, and those that look are intimidated by you, as you rise the victor with the morning dew, not afraid to embrace the chains used to enslave you, you pull the empty hopes of the dreams that accumulate in graves, ebony man with the black brick back that hold the weight of a people constantly under attack. Where do you rest your head and close your eyes, when do you stop fighting a war where the black man dies, you struggle each day for the life of another , calling all with your heavenly shade to stand as your brothers, not considering the battles a head, where little boy learn that great men lay their lives on the line just so young black babies can wake up safely in beds, Ebony man with hope in your eyes, redden and swollen with the tears you have cried, as you carry the load of a burden where people take for granted a love not understood till its stripped of life, ebony man, with the tone of gold that strengthens the weak and holds on to the old, the ancestral stories that allow us to see that the black brick back is what pulled doubt to his knees, Forced, perseverance is not one trait described but underestimated by the guilt in the eyes that watched the beauty beaten away as the ebony man reached past the pain and continued to pray, full lips that own the knowledge of life share a wealth of forgiveness and appreciation for life, even if it is he that is wronged, the ebony man forever stands strong, he is the morrow in the mid-morning sky, the cause for celebration no matter his shade his smile the real prize, his love pure, unadulterated and true, only polluted in time, the ebony man looks past the black man, providing an example yes this describes you

CAN I SERVE YOU certain men make a woman feel this way, Can I serve you, can I lay down in your care, I will trust you with my essence, nothing held back, everything shared Can I serve you, bring to you your favorite foods, rub you down in oils, the thought of your presence puts me in that mood To serve you, can I turn back your blankets, darn your socks, clean your clothes, I will listen to your dreams, with you I am rethinking all I know, can I serve you, place your shoes by the bed, can I intrigue you with my intellect or would you rather I dance instead, can we debate a situation, give you another way to see, that I am more than the image, I am what a woman is suppose to be, Can I meet you in the middle, hear the beating of your heart, can I lose my overwhelming whim to run. It seems to end before it start, can I hold on to these feelings that call forever in to play, can I serve this man I yearn for until his dying day, Can I serve you as a friend, can I learn what makes you cry, please show me what motives you, your smile makes feel as if wishes are falling from the sky, can I wash away the madness so you long for only me, can I serve you with passion give you reason to believe, can I touch the parts of you, you hide from all the rest, can I polish your reflection, can I put this service to the test, Can I serve you, can I wake by your side, can i ride with you with the top down, can i be the substitute for your pride, can I serve you, can we run the race as one, can I be the one you search out in folly or in fun, Can I serve you, be the answer to the quest, be the happily ever after, Can I serve you, certain men make a woman feel this way. Can I serve you

When do mistakes happen, what makes a miracle real, who decides what value is worth, who thought of us, who painted the canvass of hills that decorate the evening sky the very same horizon that gives the sun reason to climb, who blew bubbles in the sea and set the ocean free, who told the first story, sang the first song, colored the sunset, righted the first wrong, who opened your eyes, who made the rainbow and the slide, invented the moments that contribute to pride, who gave joy to the first boy or uplifted the spirit of the first girl, who played with honor or shouted with glee, ran the first mile or climbed the biggest tree, who heard the first silence, before regret took it’s form, who was there to lay in the first pair of arms, my first are not your first but they are important you see if only to the person and I, you were there with me, who saw my eyes open and spoke words to me, told me I could when I refused to believe, who heard my laughter and heard a melody, who seen past what the human eye can see. Who combined thoughts and brought vision in time and made dancing a luxury, and caused the great divide, who gave destiny her map to this place and purposed Devine to intervene in her sweet little way, who selected the colors and was so precise in the stroke, the stroke of the brush when they painted your life, gave you the courage to embrace hope, who fostered your imagination or added fuel to your fire, sent you into the world more than inspired, who crafted your will, carved your desire, who pushed you up and gave you energy as you tired, where was the first kiss you recall received, when did you learn to fall to your knees, who said the word that made you change your mind, had you asking questions, made you challenge time, who named you with a purpose in mind, who caused your fame, who taught you to be kind, who hugged you, pulled you in close, made you matter even when you lost hope, all of these moments, but a thread of time, knit perfectly together create a unique blanket that when displayed in its glory is the first of its kind, not one second more important than the rest, all brought into one perfect mesh, tangles and knots but a novelty bring this beauty sailing past the illusion to birth you, this reality, A miracle