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It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

 

 

 

 

Endless our day -- It is without end. It only goes away to another place, moves silently away for a little while, throws the blue coat around its shoulders, rinses it feet in the ocean and goes away then comes running back again with rosy cheeks and with cool, good hands lifts your chin and looks you in the face and says: "Are you awake yet?" Endless our night— it is without end. it only goes away to another place a little while, then it's here again with its feverish eyes and hair dripping wet with sweat and says: "Why aren't you sleeping?" There is no end to the joy, nor to the pain, Nor to death, nor to life. They only go away for a little while, they circle the earth , to another heart, a little while, then they're back again with their halting voices: "Are you sleeping? Are you awake?" There is no end to the stars and the wind. --Translated from the Norwegian by Robert Bly