That's the thing about faith. It works.

Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

What is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your eyes, jostling in your brain like a bunch of overeager school children, about to be released on break. Will you let yourself be deluded? Will you let yourself be decieved? -"On Beauty and Falsehood," The New Philosophy, by Ellen Dorpshire

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

Something must die so that others can live.

I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.