Riding on the crest of success br always confers blindness br on man saddled with ignorance br like a bat flushed out of its nest br by a gushing gale to confront bright br rays of sunlight of a vivacious day br stripped of gloomy clouds br br A slip, a sudden fall br a temporary kiss of the dust br a tonic for the great and mighty br being a guest in the valley of dry bones br and all lions, all hyenas br and all vultures vanish br br A little taste of ill-fortune br is an ample measure of salt br to a pot of soup yearning br earnestly for seasoning br a whiff of it restores sight br so, the blind, receive your sight br now or forever remain foolish br even as your bones wear new breath br and new flesh. br br (C) Chris Jibero. 2009.