What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?
How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?
The length of your days does not belong to you.
One day can bend your life.
We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.