smol kitter, indeed…
Here comes the sun…
– George Harrison.Read more "Sandor"
It’s hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives.
After all’s said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side…
Believe me if you can/ I’ve finally come
back to the House at Pooh Corner…
– Loggins and Messina
[Return to Pooh Corner]
Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries,
I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows will all pass away
e’er I forget all the joy that is mine today.
– Randy Sparks
Refuse again to speak.
Retain those words that, brimming your heart, have hung so long, so low, that even you cannot with certainty declare them words, or thoughts, or there at all.
Spring is for looking, not talking.
The prismatic exactitude of a rainbow, the guttered dirt and leaves of spring, a heart replete with love: all these perceptions can be explained and even addressed as functions of physical laws.
But they cannot be rendered small by an infinite universe that contains but does not itself perceive them, a universe that neither knows nor cares about having brought them to be.