Sublime

So it goes.

So it goes.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

So it goes.

Permanence: This one is tough, because thinking that our struggle will never end is built in to the experiences of despair and hopelessness.

So it goes.