Dear Me, How I Love A Library.

What Do I Believe That I Deserve In This Life?

The Resting Place Of The Mind Is The Heart.

Attraversiamo (meaning "lets Cross Over" In Italian)

I Thought About One Of My Favorite Sufi Poems, Which Says That God Long Ago Drew A Circle In The Sand Exactly Around The Spot Where You Are Standing Right Now. I Was Never Not Coming Here. This Was Never Not Going To Happen.

You Might Get Nothing Out Of It At All Except A Beautiful, Long Life Where All You Did Was Follow Your Gorgeous Curiosity. And That Should Be Enough Too.