Thinking of the anguish of his final days and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I want to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up.

Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion.

I just invent, then wait until man comes around to needing what I've invented." – R. Buckminster Fuller

Thou are boot for many a bruise,  And healest many a wound;  In our Lady's blessed name, I take thee from the ground.

Written By Walter Scott

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