Once I was born. Once I will die. And once in that small window of time there will have been a life lived by a person named: me. And perhaps it could be asked once: Did she allow all of life? Did she leave it just a little better than she found it?
When Eve ate the fruit from The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil was she really being disobedient? Or was she doing God’s bidding by introducing God to the world? Perhaps she was the braver of the two?
"We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy and sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves."