....It's about how bright the memory is when the Color starts to fade. How funny the laugh is when the comedy isn't so belly-achingly humorous anymore. It's about how deep of an impression was left-imprinted on the fibers of emotional feelings, so that when the next key holder to the Heart's fortune is chosen, they aren't held responsible for what it is that the careless predecessor failed to execute. The rain may not always smell as fresh as it did at first drop, but it will always cleanse what needs to be cleansed when the face of trust is all dirtied with distrust. God's child; faith will wet its thumbs and cleanse the soul, like hygiene obsessive Mommies lathering the cheeks of anti-tidy babies.