
Won’t you sit here with me by the brook for a minute and listen? If I could choose only one voice which lingers beyond death, I would go with a babbling river tinning in my ears. Ah, its music! The water which trips from stone to stone has a soothing timbre which tingles in the wounds of a soul. Other human philosophies and gods could only baulk and stand outside by the door. Listen. Every time you let a river … Continue reading