If you laid two Mays next to each other they’d look different. One with dizzying tilts, earthquakes and darkness. Another a steady mountain being climbed.

No one was driving. Everyone could tell. Everyone wanted a driver.

We need painters to make the paintings. We need builders to make the buildings. We need dancers to do the dancing.

Blown through the wind. Detached from its roots. Quickly lost.

You completed the highest priority task. You did a days work. You are done.