Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.