Sunday, June 2, 2013

Vigil: Day VII

Still there.


Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.
 Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey

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