After having the 12-year old philosophers visit two weekends ago, and spending last weekend with Mary, Allen, and my daughters in New Orleans last weekend, I approach this weekend with a little melancholy.
It may just be the dog days of summer, anxiety about the fate of my book, or concerns about how our future may evolve. Yet, when I get in such moods I was given a unique experience to fall back on – my transplant. Given the alternative, life is richer, love stronger, truth more beautiful, nature fairer, music sweeter, art diviner, than I could have ever dreamed.
I also know I have only seen a sparkle of the glory the gift of life is. As I develop I am able to receive even more of that spark and know that my opportunities are limitless. Have a good weekend.
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