When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water... I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind starswaitingwith their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Is not general incivility the very essence of love?
