History Is The Gradual Instant

Long After You’ve Forgotten Someone’s Voice, You Can Still Remember The Sound Of Their Happiness Or Their Sadness. You Can Feel It In Your Body.

There's A Moment When Love Makes You Believe In Death For The First Time. You Recognize The One Whose Loss, Even Contemplated, You'll Carry Forever, Like A Sleeping Child. All Grief, Anyone's Grief...is The Weight Of A Sleeping Child.

The Truth Doesn't Care What We Think Of It.

History Is The Gradual Instant

The Best Teacher Lodges An Intent Not In The Mind But In The Heart.