
Not an uplifting read, but that is OK. After reading about a boy dealing with losing his beloved father in the 9/11 attack this seems right in line. Unintentionally.
Beauty is before me and Beauty behind me. Above me and below me hovers the beautiful. I am surrounded by it, I am immersed in it. In my youth I am aware of it, and, in old age, I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail. In beauty, it is begun, In beauty, it is ended. Traditional prayer of the Dineh people
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