Perfuming the Spirit

Crude stones should be tossed into the stream to experience the hobby of life- the art of loving everything anything... to be exposed to all the fiery scribbles that come with it. But flecks of beauty-wettened- are still hidden. Meaningful glances and deeds meant only for the rarest of angels are lost in the splashes and gargle of unblemished indifference. No stone can ever skip back to the nest to do so would only perfume the spirit... This is the purist of laws.