There are some mysteries better left that way. Nothings that we’re better off not whispering to one another. Whimpers that won’t whine quite contrary to the core as we want them to. When it’s all up to the moment to just be, ignoring our nagging to describe it and box and tie it up in package and parcel when it’s really so much wider than that. Better left unsaid, these things. Better left just to be.