I didn't mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit.

God bless this tiny little boat, And me who travels in it. It stays afloat for years and years, And sinks within a minute. And so the soul in which we sail, Unknown by years of thinking, Is deeply felt and understood, The minute that it’s sinking.

Ah, whimsical. It's terrible the way words get attached to you like barnacles. As is what I do is acting on a 'whim'. If only these were gifts from God when I get an idea, but everything I have done that I really love has had a lot of hard work behind it.

Love a single an additional and you will be satisfied. It really is as easy and as challenging as that.

I didn't mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit.

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

Easter is reflecting upon suffering for one thing, but it also reflects upon Jesus and his non-compliance in the face of great authority where he holds to his truth - so there's two stories there.