As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more. [Psalm 103:15-16]
Of course! the path to heaven doesn’t lie down in flat miles.
It’s in the imagination
with which you perceive
this world, and the gestures with which you honor it. [Mary Oliver]
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. [Henry David Thoreau]