'there goes my angel...' ds '08
"..the office of conversation is to give me self-possession. I lie torpid as a clod. Then comes by a safe and gentle spirit who spreads out in order before me his own life and aims, not as experience, but as the good and desirable. Straightaway I feel the presence of a new and yet old, a genial, a native element... I regain, one by one, my faculties, my organs; life returns to a finger, a hand, a foot. A new nimbleness - almost wings - unfold at my side..."
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
I like it very very much! : )
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