We are surrounded by significance. <br />Everything carries a trace, a sign of yet <br />something else, whether pointing back to a regret, <br />or ahead in knowing anticipation. <br />But nothing exists solely for itself. <br />So you had better get used to the idea, <br />since it can surprise you when a nephew <br />not seen since he was a toddler, <br />enters the room and brings to mind <br />your own brother who left one day <br />with the keys to your car <br />never to return<br /><br />John Gallagher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-surrounded-by-significance/
