Nothing discernable to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidible, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
my apologies...
...to the little finch who's nest I had to dig out of the vent in my attic... don't take it personally.
hey... at least they were still in egg form... and not little birdies yet... like the one that fell from its nest at the top of our pine tree and almost hit me in the head. it was horrible. and there was nothing i could do for that little tiny bird but wait for it to die.. and then bury it. horrible. and then a few hours later... found out matt didn't get the job. horrible. death and heartache. horrible.
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hey... at least they were still in egg form... and not little birdies yet... like the one that fell from its nest at the top of our pine tree and almost hit me in the head. it was horrible. and there was nothing i could do for that little tiny bird but wait for it to die.. and then bury it. horrible. and then a few hours later... found out matt didn't get the job. horrible. death and heartache. horrible.
how little. and sad.
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