"Most men live lives of quiet desperation."

"I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living. All great enterprises are self-supporting. The poet, for instance, must sustain his body by his poetry, as a steam planning-mill feeds its boilers with the shavings it makes. You must make your living by LOVING!"
~Henry David Thoreau~

How will a man count his days?

Full many a gem of purest ray unseen... ...the unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen...

...and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Written by Thmas Gray in a county churchyard in 1751

(This word took him several years to write)

Picture: St. Mary's Parish, Jamaica, 2005. Flower, wave and cloud are gone and yet...

Character

God is not a man, that He should lie... nor a son of man that he should change His mind. Does He speak and not act? Does He promise and not fulfill?

Welcome...

Hi,
This is mark, I just created this blog. I will be back later to post stuff... thanks :O)