Even the sparrow finds a nest in which she puts her young, near to your altars, Lord Mighty God!

Saturday, August 09, 2014





“IT IS not only possible to say a great deal in praise of play; it is really possible to say the highest things in praise of it.








 It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. 











Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. 









To be at last in such secure innocence that one can juggle with the universe and the stars, to be so good that one can treat everything as a joke — that may be, perhaps, the real end and final holiday of human souls.”

~G.K. Chesterton:  All Things Considered.

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