I don't attempt to understand the world around me. For that matter, I manage to astound myself often to have enough "uummm moments" where along with a bewildered expression my thought are "what just happened?". The first step in my journey to happiness is understanding myself before beginning the humongous task of understanding the world as I see it.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
He comes not when noon is on the roses; Too bright is the day
He comes not to the soul; till it reposes work and play
But when night is on the hills and the great voices roll in from the sea;
By starlight, candle light and dreamlight He comes to me
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