Just as the river is never the same river because it is always flowing, reality as we know it is ephemeral, an illusion.

Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”

“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

We could never know what is around the bend on the path, and I remind myself to trust and be patient.

IHATPPL

While on our way back from a store, we came up behind this car with the license plate, “IHATPPL”. I think it was supposed to be read as “I hate people”.