"We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches." - Thoreau
For the past couple of nights, there is a woman who has been sleeping outside up against the wall of the building across the street. I can see her when I look out of my window. I'm told that she was just released from the hospital and has nowhere to go. She refuses shelter and assistance. Someone raped and killed her child. How can I sleep knowing that she's outside like that and more importantly how do I reach an understanding with God regarding her plight when I go to church on Sunday? You (expletive) tell me ...
"However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but a spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you. When the lay, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned." - Thoreau
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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..