Better Good

In the little black room there is life, sitting there like a rock on a stone, but of course in all of the goodness, we can have better and we might need better to succeed. So the hand of goodness, one of many types reaches upon us and we grasp it, but it never brings us up, away into an even better world. Ways of getting the besetment of infinitive good is so close, as which is read in "The Hundredth Dove", by Jane Yolen.

Goodness is superior. We all want to be happy; no one wants to be sad. There is many ways of kindness and goodness that are always there. Reading may make you happy. Your wife may be all the kindness in the world, and maybe even your own pet. But there is just that one thing that always pops out at you, rendering you "funny" inside, as it’s the "best of the best". It isn't like giving a dog a bone; you must attempt to gain this goodness. In "Speak", written by Laurie Anderson, Melinda cannot just wait for the hand; the 'dove' to take her, she must make the necessary moves to gain this boost of kindness.

This kindness, this greatness, is not necessary to most normal life. You don't need to be the one with the best lawnmower, do you? No, of course not! So why do we always try to catch the better one? We all want to have something better. The white dove is the better of the flock. She is the most majestic one. Yes, she’s also a person, but compared to the rest of the flock, she was the best of the best. How she the slid through the net just shows that you must use effort and care to capture her.

So know we have the “best”. Why was it killed? Well, besides for pure anger, we humans sometimes cannot handle to know the truth. So, it may be killed, and sometimes it gets defenestrated. If the fowler would have successfully not killed the dove, it would simply have gone away. The wife and dove are the greatness in the story. Yet, the fowler turned down the dove’s offers. Mr. Fowler was to focused on one thing: serving the king. Yet when he killed the dove, there was no wedding. The goodness had been killed.

With great care, goodness can become ours and ours to keep. You cannot destroy its, rather to let it go if you know you are going to be powerless to handle it.