Such is life and such is fate that some people are noticed only by the eyes of empathy and the smiles of compassion. To the rest of the world they are invisible.

The world has it such that fortune does deny righteousness to the lesser of men: the type of men who can ill-afford the pleasures of exuberance, let alone the needs of necessity. Helplessness and despair accompanies the hungered journey of such men as these. Desperation and ridicule plagues
their world. Loneliness and isolation becomes their only friend. Poor, tired and meaningless they crave redemption and salvation from a cold obscured existence. Anxiety and sadness mocks their invisible reflection: cursed, they endure shame. Humility and disgrace looms like vultures preying the stench of rotting death. How tragic it is to be oblivious to the potential splendors of a Sunday afternoon in the sacrament of love, good health and comfort. How unjustly tragic to be so invisible.