"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Monday, December 7, 2009
Ya know, it really doesn't matter how many posts I do, or how often I check my email, or how many dishes I wash, or how many pictures I take, or how many blogs I visit...
That darn Christmas tree is not going to assemble itself.