Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Post Fifty-Eight.

It's crazy how we become so different in such a short time.

"Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, no birth, identity, form--no object of the world, nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;...the body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,...shall duly flame again."
— Walt Whitman