Does a man who has walked with crutches feel that he has exchanged the real for the visionary, when—healed and strong—he casts them away and exercises his own true powers?
At death, the iron fetters drop from you, and now, for the first time, you know what real living means—life so full—so deep and satisfying—that the past is only as the shadow of a dream that passes away in the light of a new day.



No comments:
Post a Comment