As we travel the road unravels

I am a soft string of sinew and flesh. A speck in the depths of an infinite and unfathomable universe. So vulnerable and fragile on the surface of this raw but magical planet.
Faced with the mechanised violence and cold efficiency of the modern world where do I stand? I stand in the warmth of my living skin lightly touching the chill of my own mortality, holding fast and looking for the radiant threads that bind together the fabric of life. And although I am only flesh and bone, fated to pass away, fated to grow old and frail and forgetful, eventually to be forgotten, I am not saddened or weak, because a feeling of strength and compassion comes to me from knowing how fragile and precious life is.
A reinvigorating energy fills every cell that strives to live and leave it's mark in this procession.
By recognising the precariousness of our impermanent and fragile selves I find a purer beauty and a higher value in the short time we have in this form.
A life that takes so long to form and develop can be taken away in an instant and, in the contemplation of that fact, I discover a renewed hope and a deeper sense of a more universal and immortal love.