work was created out of rest.

rest is taken that the greater distance may be covered.


two simple sayings i've heard many times, maybe even believed in either at one point. however that all seems inconsequential at this point.

emotions which are intangible are rocking the tangible boat.
the unimportant superceed the supposed significant.
once noble and fanfare-like, now lies in shabbles and rotting death.

can someone bring me to the green plains of scotland that never end? and would you sit there with me to feel the breeze sweep past our faces? to remember that in the silence between us, and the sound of the rustling grass, that all that beauty was created for Him?