I literally did not want to put it down and read it in 3 nights! It was so beautifully written, every single word mattered and made a huge impact on how I see life. I feel like I was allowed, for the first time, to really believe there is more than we know, and we are not alone. All we really need to do is love ourselves and each other. Maybe the questions were never even thought of before! This book, in its entirety and in the precise choice of each word is a singular phenomenon.
Unlike many books which soon betray the particular agenda of the author, Foal immerses the reader fully and totally in ways which appeal to those knowledgable of particular traditions while gently opening the way to others. It is a book for all minds. Deists, theists, non-theists, and adherents of particular systems will find themselves floating through portals they may never have realized. The format might at first suggest its relevance to young readers. I recommend this to everyone.
Marco M. I think one of the great misfortunes of our modern way of civilization is that we have become so centered on the logical mind as our sole form of guidance that we find it difficult to live fully human lives. We spend between a third and and a quarter of our lives sleeping, and yet most of us think of this as mere recharging. We leave that world, that intimate world of sleep — and dreams — behind. But it never abandons us. Each night it welcomes us back within its mysterious spell.
The author of this book knows this. Foal has received a precious gift; has cultivated it, and — with this book — has shared it.
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In ancient times, the ability to interpret dreams was considered a very valuable skill. Look to the story of Pharoah asking Joseph to decipher the meaning of his dreams as one example. Jung and Freud were fascinated by dreams, as were the surrealist painters and filmmakers of the early 20th century. Dreams invite us to be bigger than we think we are. By relating to them, deeply and profoundly as Foal does we gain insights that are not to be found in our day to day trudge through our waking hours. This book works in two distinct ways.
It imparts great, practical wisdom to readers wrapped up in fable-like dream recollections. It was a true pleasure to read this little gem of a book! It is a journey infused with the glow of childhood wonder and the simple truth of our existence on this earth. We are here to shine our unique individual gifts in this world as they are the manifestation of the divine love of God that is within each and everyone of us. That is so important. You bring God down into our hearts and all around us. Not true, God is always right here in our hearts and surrounds us with this great love. Just like you wrote about.
All the chapters were very special but the last one really spoke to me as in recents months a dear friend of 53 passed and I can share this with her husband and family. It reaches the heart and conveys truth, authenticity. Excellent reading for teen-agers also because of the swift lively writing style. And it is short! Yet by all means complete. I keep it by my night-stand and dip into it often….
Foal would have carried the same meaning and depth of feeling years ago as it will in years. Timeless sounds so cliche, but it sincerely is. I loved it beyond words. You are a beautiful writer. But i see the truth in what you told. My one question now…well two…why did you not use your name in the book?
As the author? Do you feel your Being? Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I think I may actually finish it sooner than I had expected. The book has so far been fascinating, to say the least.
Words fail when attempting even to describe how someone can so perfectly transliterate an experience, much less a whole series of them. Foal writes in a way which equally transports the mystic, the philosopher, and the most erudite scholar of language. Not a pedantic tract for some particular and narrow view, it is experience made readable. You write in a childlike manner that deals with deep material.
Compassion, your dealing with emotions are all well done and I am sure that many will find it helpful. Thank you for bringing your book to my attention and it will be by my bedside so I can dip into my favorites parts, which is a lot of them actually. I mean I will re-read it LOL. Your dreams or visions are truly beautiful. Again thanks. I hope it sells well, it deserves to be read.
I, too, had a difficult time putting it down. I have shared her book with many people and pray that they either have read it or will read it and feel the joy and love that Foal shares with us. We are blessed to have Foal share her experiences with us. In a timeless state, his life passes from middle age to senescence to death. He refused to dig any deeper. If the film stirs the emotions and penetrates the subconscious of the viewer But has, of course, sparked its own obsessive interpretations about what it all means.
Rob Ager, known on YouTube as Collative Learning , has made several videos offering specific analysis of various films, and his content is quite Kubrick-heavy. The monolith represents the screen on which the viewer is watching the film. And Kubrick has used the cryptic, upright presentation of the monolith to hide the simple clue, which when discovered, demolishes the artificial alien intelligence narrative. In the second video, Ager further examines all the times shapes mimicking the monolith appear throughout the film—from the more obvious the white, rectangular walls in in the briefing room when Dr.
Heywood Floyd first arrives at the moon base to the more subtle Dr. Truly, there are a lot once you start looking for them. Only a photo could do that. A video offers too much information and leaves little to the imagination; a photo invites the viewer to project and speculated about the subject and landscape and mood and energy of the day. You are surrounded by adventure.
You both get dirty and the pig likes it. This moment is your life. After some years, it can boast of a long series of successes. You are on the way to destruction You have no chance to survive. Hardy "An equation has no meaning for me unless it expresses a thought of God. I think prime numbers are like life.
They are very logical, but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister. Chris: What about him? Vin: Well, as he was falling people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good. So far, so good! Why, heh? Chris: I wonder myself. Calvera: No, come on, tell me why.
Vin: It's like this fellow I knew in El Paso. One day, he just took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him that same question, Why? Vin: He said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Our fathers are cowards. O'Reilly: Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards. You think I am brave because I carry a gun; well, your fathers are much braver because they carry responsibility, for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a big rock that weighs a ton.
It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground. And there's nobody says they have to do this. They do it because they love you, and because they want to. I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee anything will ever come of it. This is bravery. Only the farmers won. We lost.
We always lose. Seek what they sought. But being as this is a. Well, do ya, punk? The magnificent Arizona sunsets I have watched from my enclosure, I bequeath to all who see not only with their eyes, but with their hearts. To humans who are tired, worried or discouraged, I bequeath the silence, majesty and peace of our great American desert. To those who walk the trails, I bequeath the early morning voices of the birds and the glory of the flowering desert in the springtime. To the children who have enjoyed seeing me, hearing me purr, and watching me turn my somersaults, I offer the precious gift of laughter and joy.
The world so needs these things. And lastly, I bequeath my own happy spirit, and affection for others, to all who may remember me and my museum where for three years, I did my best to show people that I truly liked them. It is home. The great mass of society, including those to whom it would be of the greatest benefit, is excluded from it.
In the nature of the case private parks can never be used by the mass of the people in any country nor by any considerable number even of the rich, except by the favor of a few, and in dependence on them. Thus without means are taken by government to withhold them from the grasp of individuals, all places favorable in scenery to the recreation of the mind and body will be closed against the great body of the people. For the same reason that the water of rivers should be guarded against private appropriation and the use of it for the purpose of navigation and otherwise protected against obstructions, portions of natural scenery may therefore properly to guarded and cared for by government.
To simply reserve them from monopoly by individuals, however, it will be obvious, is not all that is necessary. It is necessary that they should he laid open to the use of the body of the people. I don't want a clunky answering machine, I want the message it saves, I don't want a CD, I want the music is plays, In other words, I don't want stuff, I want the needs or experiences it fullfills. I would make this day last for all time, Give you a night deep with moonshine. Seuss "A person's a person, no matter how small.
Seuss in Horton hears a Who "Promise me you'll remember, you are braver than you think, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. Milne "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You are on your own.
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One should teach us how to make a living and the other how to live. Surely these should never be confused in the mind of any man who has the slightest inlinkng of what culture is. For most of us it is essential that we should make a living In the complications of modern life and with our increased accumulation of knowledge, it doubtless helps greatly to compress some years of experience into far fewer years by studying for a particular trade or profession in an institution; but that fact should not blind us to another-- namely, that in so doing we are learning a trade or a profession, but are not getting a liberal education as human beings.
Walk to the edge. Play with abandon. Listen well. Choose without regret. Do what you love. Appreciate your friends.
Act as if this is all there is. Kemsley "Must we have 'hooter cancer survivors'? Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him, for he is the harbinger of death. A mad house! Back in five minutes.
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Finally, spring is suitable for reading modern authors, for in spring one's spirit expands. October in my own land Vermont, in robes of splendor Sings with the woods of Maine, Alternate hallelujahs Of gold and crimson stain.
You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.
There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure. Beyond it is another dimension.
A dimension of sound. A dimension of sight. A dimension of mind. You are moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone! Shedd "Faint heart never won fair lady. It is inevitable. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught. Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten. I witnessed life at its fullest, Empty handed. Your nose is rather large! Cyrano gravely : Rather. Valvert simpering : Oh well-- Cyrano coolly : Is that all? Valvert turns away with a shrug : Well of course-- Cyrano: Ah no, young sir! You are too simple. Why, you might have said -- Oh a great many things!
Mon dieu, why waste your opportunity? You ought to have a cup made specially. Surely we have here the original! Hang your hat over that chandelier-- it hurts my eyes. Call that a nose? Na na-- I be no fool like what you think I be--That there's a blue cucumber! Or -- parodying Faustus in the play-- "Was this the nose that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilium?
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's ratified, a sealed promise, A heart's avowal claiming confirmation, A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration'; A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered It's too crowded. You only use it when you travel. I knew the record would stand until it was broken. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena.
The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work. Some are useful. Box "The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.
Fishing is extremely poor, especially in August. That's one of the things wrong with history. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God. It is the earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. Tufte "Power corrupts. Powerpoint corrupts absolutely. Tufte "Treat a virus with antibiotics and you get better in 7 days. Do nothing and you are better in a week. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do.
Can't a man alive mistreat me, 'cause I know who I am. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Home, man feels once more happy. It isn't always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that's okay. The journey changes you; it should change ou. You take something with you.
Hopefully, you leave something good behind. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present. In the pursuit of the Way, everyday something is dropped. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes.
We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute - and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill. As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive.
I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental aptitude. You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules. Rule number one Quaritch from movie Avatar "This is the mark of a perfect character - to pass through each day as though it were the last, without agitation, without torpor, and without pretense.
If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that! Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again! All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.
All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness. When I knew the wind was strong, I attacked myself to make the race as hard as possible. But I'm not talking about a lactate threshold or anything like that; this threshold is harder to define because it's really a combination of physiological, psychological, and environmental factors. At the same time, every racer who's broken through what I refer to as the "Competitive Threshold" knows what it is, even if they can't really describe it.
When your fitness is below a given point relative to your competition you're racing to survive and holding on to a slight hope that if you survive long enough you might be able to launch one all-or-nothing bid for victory. But when improve beyond your Competitive Threshold, survival is no longer an issue and a whole new world of opportunities opens up.
Instead of fighting for wheels so you don't get dropped, you're fighting for wheels based on strategy. Instead of viewing the peloton as a place to find shelter, you start viewing it as a tool you can use to increase your chances of winning. You start acting like a hunter instead of a scavenger. The farther you pedal, the heavier he feels. The harder you push, the tighter he squeezes your chest. The steeper the climb, the deeper he digs his jagged, sharp claws into your muscles. It doesn't matter if you're sprinting for an Olympic medal, a town sign, a trailhead, or the rest stop with the homemade brownies.
If you never confront pain, you're missing the essence of the sport. Without pain, there's no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks. I'm alive. I'm looking. I'm looking around. I'm feeling good. I'm so happy. I've got so many gold medals and ribbons and stuff, and that doesn't count. What counts is getting out there and doing the best I can do and show people what they can do.
It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering. The most important factor you can keep in your own hands is yourself. I always placed the greatest emphasis on that. Jane Kelly, The Anchorage Daily News in July "The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have" -- Reinhold Messner, alpinest "It's always further than it looks. It's always taller than it looks. It's always harder than it looks.
Now I have only good days or great days. They are far superior and always have been. Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. I you give her sperm she will give you a baby. If you give her a house, she will give you a home. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart.
She multiples and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit! I have children. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything. Several new science papers suggest that getting away is an essential habit of effective thinking. When we escape from the place we spend most of our time, the mind is suddenly made aware of all those errant ideas we'd previously suppressed. We start thinking about obscure possibilitiebsthat never would have occurred to us if we'd stayed home.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom" " Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-- A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Katharina: Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharina that do talk of me.
Petruchio: You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife. Katharina: Moved! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Voice: The Village. Number 6: What do you want? Voice: Information. Number 6: Whose side are you on? Voice: Now that would be telling. We want information. Number 6: You won't get it. Voice: By hook or crook we will.
Number 6: Who are you? Voice: The new number 2. Number 6: Who is number 1? Voice: You are number 6. Number 6: I am not a number. I am a free man! Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Second Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.
He does not seem to know where the center of the earth is. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. The intelletual life of man consists almost wholly in his substitution of a conceptual order for the persceptual order in which his experience originally comes.
If it's in my mouth, it's mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way. If I'm chewing something, all the pieces are mine. If it looks just like mine, it is mine. If I saw it first, it's mine. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine. Sometimes she wished she were sleeping with the right man instead of with her dog, but she never felt she was sleeping with the wrong dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion" -- anon In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. Murtogg: No. Mullroy: No. Murtogg: But I have seen a ship with black sails. Is that what you're telling me? Mullroy: Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor.
And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed. Rooney And now to all the good dogs-- the special ones you loved best, those of ours we still miss -- good-bye, until, on some brighter day, in some fairer place, they run out again to greet us.
What we call each other ultimately becomes what we think of each other, and it matters. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar limbs. The dog has long been bemused by the singular activites and the curious practices of men, cocking his head inquiringly to one side, intently watching and listening to the strangest goings-on in the world. He has seen men sing together and fight one another in the same evening. He has watched them go to bed when it is time to get up, and get up when it is time to go to bed. He has observed them destroying the soil in vast areas, and nurturing it in small patches.
He has stood by while men built strong and solid houses for rest and quiet and then filled them with lights and bells and machinery. His sensitive nose, which can detect what's cooking in the next township, has caught at one and the same time the bewildering smells of the hospital and the munitions factory.
He has seen men raise up great cities to heaven and then blow them to hell. Show him you remember that he is Mr.
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Well, you know where he is. Confront the problem! Stowe "Man will occasionally stumble across the truth, but will usually pick himself up and carry on. Then YOU feel successful about it; that's how success is measured. Save lives and you are a nurse.