140: A note from July
by Danny James
What a delightful invitation each morning extends, to enjoy buoyancy of all my cherished hopes for the day and fashion it as pleases my soul. Can a lesser situation than the feeling of perpetual Christmas morning be anticipated, if one is, by tenderly prodding of his rational intuitions charge, awakened? To consider a different mode of living, to merely survive such as many my joyless peers is the patting of a cobra from which my most essential spirit recoils, that cannot donate itself to such a compromise.