My family was always active, and our thing was family walks. Not walks around the block, but more like eight-mile hikes up mountains.
Every once in a while, someone will mail me a single popcorn kernel that didn't pop. I'll get out a fresh kernel, tape it to a piece of paper and mail it back to them.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
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