I would think of it with affection because of its scenes of fragmentary beauty, because it brought men closer together through their perversity and fear, because it enabled us to pretend that death could be a tender experience, and because it breached the long silence.

That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.

If you can't run, walk, if you can't walk, crawl, but all in all, aim at moving forward.
               If you're to fall, fall forward.

Written By Andrew

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