Gratitude is only in the eye of the beholder. Whom have we not wondered about? Graciously we walk in the night, our footsteps light as feathers. Yet we run so happily where everyone can hear us. How come? Why do we walk so far and get nowhere? Is our hearts burdened with a lover's spat? Why do we hold on for so long when it hurts and tears us up inside? I did love him . . . I don't anymore. We only see what we wish to see. Unlikely like us right? No! More so like us. We are unfit for the angels that cross our paths. However, we are fit for each other for we all sin and we all do practically the same things. Why not put satan with satan? We are each guilty just as the next.