He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.
I feel a very unusual sensation - if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.
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Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
Bad Moon Rising, by Philip Giraldi - Back during the admittedly brief shock and awe period that immediately followed on the Trump electoral victory, it appeared that there might be an actual r...
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