The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Random thoughts on life, death and feeling the spaces in between
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By the way I really feel this is your calling - one of your many callings - getting your thoughts/sprit published.
Thank you Benton.
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