Ladies — “What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman! What a whirlwind is her head, and what a whirlpool full of depth and danger is all the rest about her.” Lord Byron
Calling — Callings are a very strange thing, and I sometimes find myself in a pickle trying to explain phenomena like these rationally. There are certain things you have to do, but you can’t really explain it.
Happiness — Thomas Jefferson wrote about the sacred and undeniable truth that all men are created equal and independent. And that from this equal creation inherent and inalienable rights are derived, among which are the preservation of
Strangers — We have met many people in the last few months. Some remained strangers, some became friends. Most we won’t see again. Of course, in these foreign lands, it is we who are the strangers. “And
Dance — “I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. There are the rushing waves … mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business … trillions apart … yet forming white surf in unison.
Paths — “We have been told that all paths lead to truth — you have your path as a Hindu and someone else has his path as a Christian and another as a Muslim, and they all
Waves — Most things seem to arrive in waves. Good things and bad things, motions and emotions, living things and inanimate objects, challenges and opportunities. The line between surfing a wave and being crushed by it is
Outlook — “There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for
Ducks — “Where are we heading?” “Upstream.” “Why? We will just drift down again, ending up right where we started.” “Exactly.”