Mix mash

Give me one ounce philharmonic orchestra, three teaspoons of pure light, a pound of life, and the lead singer from Coheed and Flyleaf. Mix well. Watch for drips. Cooking or chemistry, accidents happen. One lost drop and you may have some high-pitched Samoan man running around trying to be morbid until he explodes (They always do that...).
        Life is eclectic. The experience can be many flavors and, hardly all at once, all of them.
        Imagine your barn burned down the same day your daughter was born. In some age that might have labeled her as witch. Now it's just pretty cool. The feelings might out range each other. You might be sad because of the barn, or happy because of your daughter, but mixing both makes you manic and that isn't healthy.
        Let me say that without a smile on your face you would still look like a person, and with a frown you might not. Let's all be godlings and pray for those whose faces are permanently disfigured into chagrin, no matter how skilled at Schumann. Deep, dark, and wonderful to have a rootbeer after.
        Is this making any sense? Can anyone that hears understand? I want to meet this person, because there are times I don't, I just think I do (and that isn't always enough). But, let's move forward with confidence. There is no reason not to. Understanding aside, we can do things, incredible things, with a little effort. Father smiles on you all. Spread your wings, or fingers, or whatever it is you spread (even if it is butter).