"Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there."**
Because my perspective is nothing short of limited. Because I lack the ability to see anything beyond right this second, in front of my face. Because I am a finite vessel. Because I tend to forget more often than I remember. Because all things greater than this are simply out of my reach. Because I am nothing more than a child.
You remind me.
At first, I'm mortified. Because how could you? But then, for a moment, I get a glance from a more mighty perspective. I can see that you took a good thing to give me something greater.
And at least I remember to say Thank You most of the time.
**Quote ripped off via.