-From
Diary of an Old Soul by
George MacDonald:
July Tenth
Creation thou dost work by faint degrees,
By shade and shadow from unseen beginning;
Far, far apart, in unthought mysteries
Of thy own dark, unfathomable seas,
Thou will'st thy will; and thence, upon the earth-
Slow travelling, his way through centuries winning-
A child at length arrives at never ending birth.
I had my first
real date last night since
breaking up with my
girlfriend, two weeks ago. This
dating game thing sure is strange, but sorta
fun.
Yay for me.