
"Does dust rise without wind or apples fall when too much weight they bear? Does a ship sail without sufficient water beneath its bows or become stranded in sunken depths when its crew abandon her? Does the sun smile down on cheerless souls any less than upon another more hearty or the heavens pour out its tears in sympathy when sadness tears one soul apart like the wings of a torn butterfly? Does the quicksand of time serve any other purpose than extinguishing life at its last breath? Make God your life and only then shall the Grim Reaper loosen his power over you." William Forde: April 18th, 2012.