What is this thing? This thing that we all search for . . .
This thing that flies you to the highest heavens, only to send you racing back to Earth like a fallen angel.
This thing that cuts your soul like the mighty Sword of Camelot, then nurses you back to health with its healing touch.
This thing that creeps in the dark and still of the night and steals your heart and soul like a thief,
only to return it to you battered and torn.
Where is this thing we cannot see, but know it's there?
Where did it come from and where does it hide when it leaves?
Why do we hunger for something so very elusive ad mysterious?
Where is it?
What is it?
What do we do with it, once found?
What do we do with ourselves once lost?