Pardon my butter fingers. Where was I? Ah, yes… Who do you know that can sit, perched, hundreds of floors above the ground, gracefully, never falling, or concerning themselves with anything, but the heavens? Even the most majestic of birds, focused as a breeze in winter, eventually fly away. nostr:note1eyr07agux0zqla5a5t55thretcw66yrwcnp6276j936a6vd4j80s0pegfz