Security

I've come to the conclusion that its vain to aspire to such an idealistic concept. What possible uses could it have when all that it given is taken in time. As we cling to this old tattered blanket, as we age it turns to a thin rag, unable to keep a grown mans warmth or size. There is no security in our bodies. The only thing I'm positive that will guarantee a long company is the welcome the warmth without and embrace the cold while it lasts so that when the time comes, we will no longer need the rag left of our old identity; perhaps it will not seem as if the blanket will have been used at all if we tempered our uses of its comfort and company.