Video Reflection from May 30th, 2017 @ Age 35
RE: MY WITNESS TO LIFE — A.K.A. i **<3** ME ;oD
The life of man seems to me like the flight of a sparrow through the hall wherein you are sitting at supper in the winter time, a warm fire lighted on the hearth while storms rage without.
The sparrow flies in at one door, tarries for a moment in the light and heat, and then flying forth through another door vanishes into the wintry darkness whence it had come. So tarries man for a brief space, but of what went before or what is to follow, we know not.
THE VENERABLE BEDE
An Excerpt From:
THE TREASURE CHEST.