I am large, I contain multitudes. Is sung in Hawaiian and English. Happy youth of Hawaii, Rejoice! Gentle breezes blow, Love always for Hawaii.

This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. Sunday, March 26, 2017. Franz Schubert died at the age of 31. When I listen to his works, a condition of reverence permeates my brain - a spontaneous, natural hallowing of his memory. He conjured music of deathless beauty. His songs are exquisite spells of melancholy. Saturday, March 25, 2017.

Stumbles upon himself in the stranger. Garden behind us we have the force of shadow. We came in a hurry from the twilight. Of two places at one time, and searched together. East of the Song of Songs, a shepherd of sand grouse,.

Uncertainty can be a guiding light. And darkly looked he at the wall,. And darkly at the foe;. Their van will be upon us. Before the bridge goes down;. And if they once may win the bridge,. What hope to save the town? Then out spake brave Horatius,. To every man upon this earth. Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better. For the ashes of his fathers.

A sound may be truer than reason. Not long ago, I climbed once again to the summit, Lucia, to make my offering, to break a great silence. When I neared the trickling spring and knelt in the moss, I realized I had forgotten all of my prayers, and the only song I had left was, There is a balm in Gilead. I wept, for I held in my pockets no great love story, no pearl, nor any other bright treasure to gladden your eyes. I leaned my empty head into my hollow hands, and sobbed until I slept. After time passed, .