You tell him to put down the fire and he gets up on the car with it. Ohhh boy! #DontTryThisAtHome
"Do not grow old, no matter how long you live.
Never cease to stand like curious children
before the Great Mystery into which we were born."
I stood on the bank of the river watching small things get carried away by the current. None of the water that flowed in front of me would ever be the same as the water that had already passed. Always new—always coming from somewhere that only my imagination could see. I wonder if someone stood ahead of me experiencing the same thing but closer to the beginning of it all. Like time, the river never stood still. It didn’t rush either. It was just the river.