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Everything in its season, a season for everything, how about a season for change…

With the patience only it can know, Eternity awaits us one, and all.

Always contradictions, always, for without contraction how will we ever see, that there are other sides, than we.

Why so people seem to disapprove of Public Displays of Happiness?

I wonder if I’ll dream tonight, in a way I hope I do, in another not.

Soul, the body’s piece, of divinity.

The greatest gift anyone can grant, or receive, is time.

When we are reduced to counting the minutes, with dread.

How could I love my son the same as I love my daughters, how could I love four unique individual souls… the same?

This doesn’t mean I love any of them less, yet it does mean I love each of them more.