What lies at the bottom of a bottle? Is it the answer that all seek to explain? It slips from our fingers like sand through an hour glass. Lurking below, flaunting and teasing just on the tip of a thought. Yet, when you reach the empty pits below nothing is your reply. Easing away time that dribbles past a slow existence. It can be the same curiosity that lingers in the depths of the ocean. Disperse all the water to discover what is below. Answers are murky, devious tricksters of the mind and can plague the soul. Driving any sanity into the insane. What escape is at the bottom of that bottle…perhaps just a moment of salvation.