"True character arises from a
deeper well than religion. It is the internalization of moral principles of a
society, augmented by those tenets personally chosen by the individual, strong
enough to endure through trials of solitude and adversity. The principles are
fitted together into what we call integrity, literally the integrated self,
wherein personal decisions feel good and true. Character is in turn the
enduring source of virtue. It stands by itself and excites admiration in
others." — Edward O. Wilson, Harvard Professor/Pulitzer Prize Winner
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I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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