Grief
Grief is strange, it comes at you from all angles.
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If I falter
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
All our yesterdays
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…
When I began …
When I began I was a man of science. I believed there was no proof beyond what we can see and test and prove. I don’t believe that anymore. Now most nights I wake up in a cold sweat convinced some deeper truth may reveal itself in my dream, if only I can hang on…
Illumination
But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years – and it opens….