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green_dreamsI am here. It's late, and I'm tipsy.
I think I have had a very good night being reminded of how good people can be. People can be amazing. I see a lot and hear a lot about the fail, about how careless or cruel they can be, but you know what?
Every good thing that was ever done was done by a person. All the love. All the kindness. All the joy, that was felt by someone and held in someone, that was for someone doing or caring or just being.
All shall be well,
An' all shall be well,
An' all manner of things shall be well.
I love you to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,
Feeling out of time to the ends of beauty and ideal grace.
Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
There is so much joy, and so much beauty, and maybe after I've slept and I'm not tipsy anymore I will feel embarrassed, but right now I don't and I don't need to and I am just thinking of all the wonderful things all of you have done. All the good things. All the understanding of good. You care and you're smart and you're compassionate and you're brilliant and...
God, I hope you have a good life, and all the days therein. All of you. And are kind and are loved and all the best of everything, everything, all of it.
My best to you all, 'cause you are people and that may occasionally get overlooked but it is still a wonder and a joy, and I hope things go well for you, and your lives are good. You deserve no less. You can be all this and more.
...I am stuck on a line from a paperback I only ever saw after it was done being read by a group of people. I think it ran every man and every woman is a star.
Good lives, all of you. The best.
I think I have had a very good night being reminded of how good people can be. People can be amazing. I see a lot and hear a lot about the fail, about how careless or cruel they can be, but you know what?
Every good thing that was ever done was done by a person. All the love. All the kindness. All the joy, that was felt by someone and held in someone, that was for someone doing or caring or just being.
All shall be well,
An' all shall be well,
An' all manner of things shall be well.
I love you to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,
Feeling out of time to the ends of beauty and ideal grace.
Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
There is so much joy, and so much beauty, and maybe after I've slept and I'm not tipsy anymore I will feel embarrassed, but right now I don't and I don't need to and I am just thinking of all the wonderful things all of you have done. All the good things. All the understanding of good. You care and you're smart and you're compassionate and you're brilliant and...
God, I hope you have a good life, and all the days therein. All of you. And are kind and are loved and all the best of everything, everything, all of it.
My best to you all, 'cause you are people and that may occasionally get overlooked but it is still a wonder and a joy, and I hope things go well for you, and your lives are good. You deserve no less. You can be all this and more.
...I am stuck on a line from a paperback I only ever saw after it was done being read by a group of people. I think it ran every man and every woman is a star.
Good lives, all of you. The best.
