There is only one that goes far enough to span the distance in your eyes.

I think I've stepped off the craze train in my spiritual walk and have found myself alone on the platform of normality. Normal people, normal thoughts, and a normal existance: plain and placid. The river eventually meanders out into uneventfulness and sheds its load, the work of its passion.

no more, no more.

So I've shed apparent coherance for incoherance. For something stranger and yet more distant. My worldviews have been gladly disengaged and I think I'm about to take real existance a little more seriously.

This might explain my fascination with the aged. They are way more exciting then any youth.
Passion never fades, it only mellows into intense focus.