When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Cracked and Dried
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.” -Oscar Wilde
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