And i,who claim to know so much,
isn`t it possible that even i have missed
the very spring within spring?
Some say,that to the gods we are like
the flies that boys kill on a summers day
and some say,on the contrary,
that the sparrow does not loose a feather
that has not been brushed away
by the finger of god.
Thornton Wilder.
Goodnose!
