Andrew’s Playground
Good luck!
I don’t believe in luck… I don’t believe you!
I believe in providence, Providence, Road Island. Thank you very much, good Sir. Isn’t this a lovely piece of writing? It is, if I may say so myself. I just did.
Heading 3, just for good measure. Good measure, you say? Yes, I do…
Theodore RooseveltSpeak softly and carry a big stick
- Franz Liszt
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
- Ludwig van Beethoven
| This is but a test, my dear friend. Expect very little and be only a little disappointed. | |
| What fresh hell is this? A most dismal philosophy! |
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.