“His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.”— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Quand on a terminé sa toilette du matin, il faut faire soigneusement la toilette de la planète.
((When you’ve finished getting yourself ready in the morning, you must go get the planet ready))”— Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”—
its a pretty day outside. the kind where the sky is so blue that when you follow it to the horizon it becomes tan(ish). like the color of sand. its like a beach in the sky today. and all of the trees are changing colors and loosing their leaves. it smells like snow. even though there are no clouds in the sky and its not cold enough. it still has that wet, cold, snowy smell. it makes me happy.
today is one of those days where it looks like it could be really warm or maybe just nice out. like a good solid 75 degrees. but when you step outside its freezing. like shove your hands in your pockets cold. but its a beautiful day. so i guess there has to be some give and take involved.