Frailty is the constant human condition, sub-consciously inferior we are…henceforth the constant need for power and control over our surroundings. The need to be accepted and respected but so many neglected….infected by the world, a disease that has us believe we are not up to its standards. Who are the standard bearers? Who are these flawless knights in shining armor that I see chinks in? Why am I not good enough? I say to the world, “your standards lower the bar”. God is in me not the world. My imperfections do not strangle me but improve me. Yet still frail I am. Yearning to be accepted and lifted up before I am lowered to my final resting place. Sleep young man sleep let not the world distress you.