December 13, 2005
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, hath elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar; not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.”
Welcome to the world, Rex. I would wish for you a life of curiosity and love, but there is no need. I know from whom you come, and wishing would prove unnecessary; these things will be, for you, as effortless as breathing.
You are a gift, a reminder that hope is born anew.
I hope you enjoy your stay here, sweet one.