Our core is ineffable. We can attempt to paint it using words, but each time we set up the easel for an interested soul our pallet’s colors fade a little more. Not to the world, but to ourselves. In time we are left with a shell of words around a idea divorced, the hermit crab has fled the nautilus.

So feel, love, care, look, and abosrb – and use words with the thrift of old Vermonters.