They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?
Yet, happy are the pure of heart for they have known the music.
Though we cannot see the heart, we can see the life.
For our hope in the future is cosmic, forging human history into eternity.
The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.
They learned to live contently with small things, to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy not respectable, and to be rich not wealthy. They let the sacred and unconscious bloom amidst the common, rendering it all extraordinary.
It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.
She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.
In the river swam the gleaming fish, which were meant for water, just as humankind is meant for love.
Without the scrape, there is no scar."
“I could live without the scars.”
“But that’s where the music is.
The Music blows wherever Music pleases, you hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where the Music comes from or where the Music is going.
The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and the shining seas of the Atlantic. It wafted past the London Pier. Young Britney wanted all of Nod to hear.