I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. You love somebody and then you don't love them anymore. Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. If you don't live it, it won't come out your horn.
Computers are useless.
They can only give you answers. All people have their own living road to heaven. Until they walk on this road, they are like drunkards who cannot tell which way is which. The things we know best are the things we haven't been taught. I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.