May we never lose sight. Becky is the collapse of courage an eclipse of love? Is a collapse of love an eclipse of courage? Is there a mutual awakening that lights up the night? Or has it been so forcefully impeded upon that rest can no longer be had in this maze like labyrinthic path bosom heaving with the blossoms in the field? Let the fruit thereof now be revealed. Honeybees, do your thing and paint a landscape into being. We are lost without you, Becky