Let’s say I’m going about my business when I’m suddenly flooded with peace. How does the world look now? Still problem-plagued and enemy-ridden?
The world is as I am.
Let’s say I’m going about my business when I’m suddenly flooded with peace. How does the world look now? Still problem-plagued and enemy-ridden?
The world is as I am.
If men’s work has a touchstone, it is surely this: “The Child is father of the Man.” And who else but the propitiously named Wordsworth could have rendered it with such Zen-like simplicity?