No one gets me, nor do they have to. Not only that, I don’t get anyone else, either. There is too much diversity in this world to ever get another person fully.

There is one more thing. I don’t get myself. There is too much diversity inside of me to ever bring fully to light.

Now that I know this, I can be this.

Oh, the wonders to be found within. Careful! There is a thistle among the leaves.

Vicki Woodyard