To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
And feel that I am happier than I know.