
And the last perhaps will not return and knows me not, although I burn
And the trees over hang glowingly and I feel no one feeling me.
- Woman's Lament, Rainer Maria Rilke
Listen to Ella Fitzgerald...." A Sunday Kind of Love"
The belief that we do not have choices is a fantasy, an unfortunate indulgence in abdication--John Ralston Saul
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