And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.
What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?
Time marks us while we are marking time.
The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.
Be sure that whatever you are is you.
I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.