Every Moment Is A Fresh

A Book Is Not Harmless Merely Because No One Is Consciously Offended By It.

And The Lost Heart Stiffens And Rejoices In The Lost Lilac And The Lost Sea Voices And The Weak Spirit Quickens To Rebel For The Bent Golden-rod And The Lost Sea Smell Quickens To Recover.

To Each Individual The World Will Take On A Different Connotation Of Meaning-the Important Lies In The Desire To Search For An Answer.

Where Is The Life We Lost In Living?

Philosophy: A Purple Bullfinch In A Lilac Tree.