O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

Gerard Manley Hopkins
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful,...
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful,...
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful,...
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful,...
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Once a person has a broken ankle, staying off it for a few days hardly makes a difference. The pain and swelling aren’t going to go away on their own. The same goes with the mind. We all have those thoughts that come at us from time to time.

Sometimes the thoughts are positive and sometimes they are not. The worst part of it is that we can’t always stop them from coming or from taking over our lives as we think about them. It’s as if they have a mind of their own and they follow us around until we take control of them.

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  1. The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
  2. All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.
  3. NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist–slack they may be–these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
  4. What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
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