To be nothing in the self-effacement of humility, yet, for the sake of the task, to embody its whole weight and importance in your bearing, as the one who has been called to undertake it. To give to people, works, poetry, art, what the self can contribute, and to take, simply and freely, what belongs to it by reason of its identity. Praise and blame, the winds of success and adversity, blow over such a life without leaving a trace or upsetting its balance. Towards this, so help me, God--
[Dag Hammarskjold]
if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine.
but it's alright, ma, it's life and life only...
More touristy temple pics. This is our hike around Kiev's Lavra, a massive, walled-in compound of several huge Orthodox temples. Alan and I tried to steal an onion dome (thought it would make a pretty cool souvenir if you could get it past customs), but we didn't get very far because our feet hurt from too much walking.
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