Res Occultae

Strange is the night where black star rise, and strange moons circle through the skies but stranger still is.

What change in humanity might be brought about through the conviction that one is never truly alone, always accompanied by the spirit of a loved one who has passed on.

I saw the sunlight through the trees, checkering the grassy earth; I felt the breath of the summer breeze and my spirit was full of mirth.

Absorbing energy from the wild woods where everything alive grows without permission.

We are not all alike in what we like. Some of us have one like. Someone else has another like that's different.

Some one has said, and wisely, that what most pleases us when reading a book is to find the author corroborating our own thoughts,—giving voice to our unborn sentiments—providing us with material for comparison.