Enjoy your own companion in nature 
Your soul will get a beauty of originality 
And exhaust all the grieve , critiques  
All this are way out in our life 
Nature us a power to relief

Everyone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all.

Is truth something that in fact we do—and should—especially care about? Or is the love of truth, as professed by so many distinguished thinkers and writers, itself merely another example of bullshit?

Oddly enough, I don't find myself concerned with 'impossible.' It's an enormous relief to know that I'm not having delusions. Nothing real, impossible or not, could be as frightening as that.

Written By Elaine Cunningham

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