The joy of a small town lies in its unchanging nature.

Die to the past every moment. You don't need it. Only refer to it when it is absolutely relevant to the present. Feel the power of this moment and the fullness of Being. Feel your presence.

There is a Hand to turn the time, Though thy Glass today be run, Till the Light hath brought the Towers low Find the last poor Preterite one . . . Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through our crippl'd Zone, With a face in ev'ry Mountainside And a Soul in ev'ry stone  Now Everybody -

The natural impulse of men is to follow, he thought, and whoever has the strongest sense of purpose will always dominate the rest.

Written By Robert Harris

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