In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday Scores: Size Matters
My Doberwoman's catch exceeded that of the fishermen and surfers.
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