“I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings:
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving it’s blessings or it’s woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future thought by thought,
for good or ill yet know it not.
Yet so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose them thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate”
-Henry Van Dyke
Passion bleeds through my pores and seeps onto the world, reflecting back in miniature the kaleidescope of color within my soul. I want to hold these wandering whims close. I want to guard against anything less than brilliance.