As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.
This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
Nothing could stop Mississippi.