THE TIME:
THE MUSIC:
THE MOMENT: A fighting contradiction.
I have to say, and not articulately, that the thing I wrote below this post was a load.
A load of ____. (Just pick an honor code word for that one.)
Regardless of my natural inclinations...
I will be not a runner.
I do not aspire to be.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” --C.S. Lewis
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