Life Goes On - January 29 2012

We held our breath and slowly tiptoed away from the tower. Even soft exhales caused the rickety structure to sway. Nervous energy pulsed through our bodies, filling the room like electric light. Yuma, with delicate and steady fingers, gently pushed another block off the tower and after a careful moment set it atop the weary construct. For half a moment we relaxed. Approaching a level of Jenga mastery to which few have ever dared to aspire, we admiringly and enviously witnessed success after success despite seemingly impossible odds. At the same time, we trembled and winced because we knew that eventually the exquisite stack would have to fall. It did, and we survived.

barely.
How serious life is…