Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

Forever is made up of nows.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.