The rivers across my face spring from the center of my being, sometimes there are storms without end, and sometimes there are drizzles that blend with the sun. What life do these drops of water nurture? They are the cleansing of my soul, they do what no other medicine can do. Just as the raindrops from the heavens cleanse the earth, my teardrops cleanse my soul. They are all part of creation beyond our imagination, beyond reason, beyond time. That, is the perfection of it all.