Why Not?

Joy precedes giving... This is profound. At least to me. Joy is the root, all else is its branches. The chasing game is now on, the scavenger hunt. The ceaseless hunt. Looking under every leaf and grain of sand, black or otherwise, the dirty hand and the hungry eye are on a mission. The pursuit of happiness is the name. Sometimes, a light seems to shine from down under, enticing the senses and igniting the imagination, while setting the feet to a happy dance. But this is only a spark, a short-lived one at that, and the disappointment is great, and so the hunt resumes. 

Joy is the language of the universe...This could be true. Why not?! When the chasing game is on break, when the hunting ceases, when the leaf and the grain of sand are left to be, when the dirty hand rests and the hungry eye closes, the language of nature fills the sphere all around. The radiant glow seems to blind, enticing the senses and igniting the imagination, while setting the feet to a happy dance. This is not just a vacationing spark ready to find the nearest exit out. This could just be the source of joy itself. The joy that is the basis of the piece of creation writing down these letters. The joy that is the basis of the piece of life reading these letters. The joy that is the root, and everything else....everything else is its magnificent branches.