Popcorn: Best when cooked the old fashioned way.
You don’t know what’s going on. Nobody around you knows what is happening to you. But something is taking place, some deep process dissolving you and remaking you into something new.
Thomas Moore – Dark Nights of the Soul
Sun Peeking Over Mt. Nittany.
With the Saints give rest, O Christ, to the souls of Thy servants, where there is neither sickness, nor sorrow, nor sighing, but life everlasting. Thou only art immortal, who hast created and fashioned man. For out of the earth were we mortals made, and unto the earth shall we return again, as Thou didst command when Thou madest man, saying unto me: For earth thou art, and unto the earth shall thou return. Whether, also, all we mortals wend our way, making of our funeral dirge the song: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.