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Somewhere by the corner stove I said the words that I was told Ecstatic, scared and daring to believe Death and dearness down in streams Magnets and strawberry dreams Follow every god and every grief Laughed and shaking in the cold Love or taking, I don't know Stumbling in the silent Annecy Careful creatures they can be but stroke their skin and scrape their knees and say it's hard to say before you leave Paris makes me feel alone but yours is something of its own I'm clawing every crevice in the car Don't be guilty, don't be brusque It's not a thing that you can lose The girl I am, the galaxy you are Mmmm... Ahh... Up to every honest hour Some were truths and some were far removed I've heared Tried and tired's what you know but me a quiet souvenir to hold Well here Don't be guilty, don't be brusque It's not a thing that you can lose The girl I am, the galaxy you are

Fingers drumming on keyboards And planes descending on the tarmac. Ocean waves fumbling to the shore And people mingling as they do. Trees swaying in the wind And rain tapping on windows.

Amongst the oddities and the ordinary, Lies a beautiful calm.

Look at, say, ancient Egypt, where they were able to build these incredible pyramids and then they basically forgot how to build pyramids. And even hieroglyphics. They forgot how to read hieroglyphics. Or if you look at Rome and how they were able to build these incredible roadways and aqueducts and indoor plumbing, they forgot how to do all of those things. There are many such examples in history. So I think we should always bear in mind that entropy is not on your side.

I just wanna be friends. Plus a little extra. Also, I love you.

Immigrants… we get the job done

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.

Never underestimate the ability of a small group of dedicated people to change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.

Tapestries are made by many artisans working together. The contributions of separate workers cannot be discerned in the completed work, and the loose and false threads have been covered over. So it is in our picture of particle physics.

I believed I should not allow her to love me. I held hard to the idea I should be content to ride out the remainder of my life without complaint, a burned-out case, an absurd hodgepodge of broken parts, a beggar who no longer wished for a horse. But she was also a woman, beautiful and vibrant, and I was a man — in a wheelchair, true — but a man full of heat and desire that sometimes rendered the chair irrelevant.

Of all the things that can boost emotions, motivation, and perceptions during a workday, the single most important is making progress in meaningful work.