The little ones know more than we ever will. to simplify, stand on buildings and bridges and question why. we want answers and we've got so many questions.so tell me how these people could do this (she said), explain to me what you can't simply explain to yourself. eight years to twenty six years, still can't make sense of it, because what seems right and wrong does not fit outside of this room. imagination, sensibility, i've found it right here, in the heart and mind. given the questions of last night, given the circumstances. my heart is heavy, full and defeated. dismal because your words hit so true, and i was speechless. as if my arms were tied, as if all that left my mouth were to mean nothing