Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret.
Everything might have turned out so differently
Monday, April 6, 2009
Rose went out to play
Rose was brought on a road trip last weekend. I felt sorry for not bringing Daisy along. But I knew I would do it next time round. Rose was surprisingly obedience in the vehicle, although, I could do with less of her farts.
Sadness does not inhere in things;
it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought.
We create it out of whole cloth.
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