The black dog chased the white cat.
The white cat was chasing a yellow bird.
The yellow bird was singing atop an oak tree with swing.
The swing was swung by children who became grandparents.
The grandparents have stories.
Stories create reality.
Reality is subjective and not black and white.
Black and white symbolize dichotomy and polarity.
In polarity it is the space between which is magic.
Magic is beauty.
Beauty is indescribable.
Indescribable yet we try to find words.
Words are spells.
Spells are ritualistic intention.
Intention without expectation is the key to happiness.