"We are what we repeatedly do" - "It is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it" - Aristole
"Few are those who can see with their own eyes and hear with their own hearts" -Albert Einstein
"In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends." - Martin Luther King, Jr.
A thought:
the clouds are outside in the evening sky. warning the nocturnal creatures who fly. see them cross overhead. their little bodies of muscle defeating the gravity we depend. wings stretched out caressing the wind along it's voyage. the suttle flutter of feathers rapping against the strong tide. floating for a second to rest. gliding along their own lift. a ballet of nature. Softly whispering a morning tune. Sing my only friend. I turn in the light, to hear your echos dwindle . . .in flight.