He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
08 June 2009
The Well Lived Life
"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. " — C.S. Lewis
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