I am not wise I am learning wisdom is not with out understanding and truth is not to be understood it remains to be unseen on this earthly plane the script is written in plain view still I don't claim to know all my lines I recite some not mine to most I'm blind intensely listening to tell time an adroitness craft of a hand me down a click that made no sound a prayer that went up asking to fill an empty cup preferably with fine wine even if the skins not new been here before I know is not so farfetched in a stretch of imagination