Like this empty bottle of 17 year old Glenlivet, my body is now without purpose or meaning. The empty flesh serves to provide memories of what was, reminders of the stubborn past. The pure mountain waters taken at sunset and gathered like raw diamonds gleaming to be used and then returned to gray seas leaving distillers purposeless again at last. I wait for the Master Distiller's act to upset Great Balance by routing oceans' teaming once more into empty shells that, like keys to Life's endless renewal, lie ready and vast.