Two "moments" of text/literature leapt out at me today.
One, from my Japanese-archery-teacher's blog. A half-sentence, just a phrase:
Moving from the core / center of our being
And from Tolkien's The Return of the King. Sam, pausing on the long march to Mount Doom in Mordor, sees a single clear star through the clouds, and he realizes:
... in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and beauty forever beyond its reach.
Somehow, these two thoughts really spoke to me today. Sang to me, today. So, my fellow travelers on life's highways, and especially my friends who share the M.S. Neurological Highway with me...
These are for you, too.