Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Friday, August 14, 2009
like sands through the hourglass...
Seriously...we are alive! Very much that. There are posts,
I know, that's really weak, but at this point, its true.