Family, Love, Legacy

Family is the spring from which all we hold dear, all we live for, begins. Or, is it love, itself, that is the sole originator? But is family not a convalescence of love? No matter—the details of the spirit only distract from the facts of life lived in light. To dwell heavily on who's owed what credit is to sink right to the bottom of the river, to clot it, to damn up the righteous mighty flow to the sea where families play forever in the sun, the great ocean of love become legacy.