There Are These Things

There are these things we hope we'll find
And sometimes when we do
It stops us short and makes us blind
In darkness we see through.

There are these times we wish would stop
But on and on they go
And though we shout and cry in tears,
Wishing makes nothing so.

There are these people we really love
And sometimes far too late
We realize we hadn't said enough
But too late is just too late.

Have you ever wondered about the importance of distinguishing between category and magnitude?