I’ve been reading Walden as time allows and absolutely feel the need to share part of this passage with you:
“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; -not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.”
If that doesn’t spark appreciation or inspiration then I don’t know what else to say.
Thanks for dropping in, please stop in after Memorial Day next week on Tuesday…