Disappointment,Defeat,Despair are the tools God uses to show us our way...  (Paulo Coelho)

I&#39;m scattered, and then that last hundred pages, bam, I&#39;m a laser.

Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.

Occasionally, he would exclaim over a view or regard with admiration some passing marvel of nature, but mostly to him hiking was a tiring, dirty, pointless slog between distantly spaced comfort zones.

Written By Bill Bryson

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