Inspired from a text message I recieved the other night.

The words of wisdom learned over time, past experience reveal these little bits and they shape us. The bits gather; weathered, broken shards, pieces of our lives.
the dust finally settles, all that had been, it forms a fractal of beauty, the past. Vibrant colors, spewing, glistening... Wisdom.
Love, the exception. No wisdom to be taken. Understanding starts to fall. All that was known, crashes; connected bits of life shatter.
Light shines through, brilliant. Happiness is found? A rare occasion in a world of men.
To love, to know, life turns towards the climax. A new shape is formed. Pieces of radiant beauty, our hearts two to one.
We've found it..
The wisdom of these words.