( the fanthorpe hardback i have, but not my photo / me )

With this i feel that we are finally starting to get a handle on what we have actually created, as opposed to what we imagine we created.

“The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried:
Now granite in a granite hill.

The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.

Oh, if instead she’d left to me
The thing she took into the grave—
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.”

—Millay

Your Origin.

I love GKC & have read about half (?) of his immense output. I think he is more of a genuine zen master than anything like the churchgoers who constituted Xtianity in his time (& after). I disgree with him continually, but he's way more than the sum of his opinions. Tℎ𝑒 M𝑎𝑛 Wℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 Tℎ𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑦, wow.

Vuelve.