Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower--but if i could understand
What you aare, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and Man is.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Always more questions than there are answers... that's living my life in the gray.