I have seen the alluring bends of heaven on earth. A sumptuous life, a wineglass filled to the brim, if spills it is intoxication, if holds a charm. Joys, beauty, abundance like a manna from skies wide open. A snail-like hope that neither moves nor dies, a conch snail that makes smooth, shiny pearls of life. A life that wakes up daily and goes out to enter the world's cobweb for sustenance and comes home to die again, keeping the hope of night lantern alight.