My head is an animal...

Sometimes life abruptly opens up in ways so vast that it engulfs all of our constructs and theories and beliefs in the swiftness of that single moment. At times such as these, life does nothing less than demand a brutally exacting reconstruction of everything that we've expended the raw essence of our lives constructing. If truth be told, life is so remarkably rich that we will always owe life a debt that we have no means to pay. With that being the case, maybe the biggest thing that we owe life is an apology for the assumption that life owes us something that we have yet to be given.