If you have been in the woods with me. I love you.
But, where are the words?
Not in my pocket.
Not in the refrigerator
Not in my savings account.
So this is all I can give you.
Not being the maker of what I do,
but only the vessel that carries the message...
Make of it what you will.
Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more.
And we also once. Never again. But this having been
once, although only once, to have been of the earth,
seems irrevocable. -Rilke
'Tis curious that we only believe as deep as we live.