It is

never in your

lasting interests to think

of yourself as a biological

volume. Your true measure

exceeds that of length, depth,

width, duration, or altitude.

Instead, picture the dancing needles during earth's

tremors, the imperceptible pendulum swing of a

hummingbird's wings, the accents of piccolo

lilting atop happy tunes, unsung, accenting.

It is

forever your legacy to

exist invisibly before, after, and between any drawn lines.