Locks and Keys and the Most Wonderful Thing

The most Wonderful Thing that belongs to us is our own mind. Our brain is made of locks and keys. Certain things, ingrained, will always be there anyway. No key required. But a tragedy ensues when other keys are misplaced. Lost in a fog. Keys that unlock memories of truth; of our youth, who we knew, how we grew. Jingling as a chain collar on a poor lost dog. We should grieve for those who have lost the keys and the joy they may have known by what memories can bring. What a terrible destiny to go to the grave without the thoughts that bind us to the Wonderful Thing.