…not perfection

…not perfection

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.

If we teach our citizens not to look upon one another as brothers but as enemies divided by the hatred of creed for creed or of those of one race against those of another race, surely we shall fail and our great democratic experiment on this continent will go down in crushing overthrow.
…you just want to fly away.

This is how a human being can change:
there’s a worm addicted to eating grape leaves.
Suddenly, he wakes up, call it grace, whatever, something wakes him, and he’s no longer a worm.
He’s the entire vineyard, and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks, a growing wisdom and joy
that doesn’t need
to devour.




