Dunno if some variant of this thought has been expressed yet, in these parts or elsewhere, but just the other day the following metaphor entered my mind: The wind is free, "blowing where it listeth", yet wherever it roams, the earth is always below it, ever within sight. Wherever life took Jack, Ennis was always there, in his thoughts and his heart. These two beautiful souls could not, nor would want to ever sever the exquisite union that bound them together.