pick up sticks

oh, earth, you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you

[last summer, from a taxi window]

i am usually so astonished to be somewhere

that i will happily record what seems to be

somewhat mundane to others (although the

driver of this particular taxi made the ride

anything but mundane; a little car, rather

rickety, but capable of great speed on the

highway). anyway. thinking, today, of Thornton

Wilder's Emily, and how happy i am that the

Stage Manager had the best possible answer.

saints and poets, folks. saints and poets.

a thousand graces diffusing

what you see and hear depends

a good deal on where

you are standing; it also depends

on what sort

of person you are

- c.s. lewis

choose to

in madrid, stumbled upon this artwork of felix's.

life has unending sweetness. we can share it.

that's what felix did.

i know of no power greater than truth, no emotion greater than compassion,

no quality equal to generosity of spirit.

call truth what you will. find it in your heart, subject it to the knowledge of your gut.

don't hide, don't run, don't bury it. please.

have fun. taste the sweetness in life. turn towards it.

choose to believe that we are all in this as one.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was der Mode Schwert geteilt;

Bettler werden Fürstenbrüder,

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

friedrich schiller,

ode to joy