Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?

If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?