Where My Books Go

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All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write,

Must spread out their wings untiring,

And never rest in their flight,

Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,

And sing to you in the night,

Beyond where the waters are moving,

Storm-darkened or starry bright.

~ W. B. Yeats

Ep 18. The Joy Of Service

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As I was thinking about what I wanted to share with y’all this week, there couldn’t be a better topic than The Joy Of Service. This is perhaps the biggest lesson I’ve learned from my dad’s example.

Listen To Poets

In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets. ~ Jonas Mekas