the crosses we think we bear.

So we looked at the bad. Then we looked at the good.

Then we looked at all the things in between: the bad that looked like the good and the good that looked like the bad. Then we looked more.

Then we suffered just a little bit: sometimes more than a little. Sometimes we lost it for a while: sometimes a little more than a while.

But we always came back. And we always went back to looking.

And we always: always picked the good.