Thursday, November 19, 2009


Down to the southernmost experience of this year in Key West, Florida. Some unexpected news exchanged Yohan for Eddie, but all parties made the most of what we were given. I found this at one of the churches while exploring around town:

Death is not too high a price to pay for having lived. Mountains never die, nor do the seas or rocks or endless sky. Through countless centuries of time, they stay eternal, deathless. Yet they never live! If choice there were, I would not hesitate to choose mortality. Whatever Fate demanded in return for life I'd give, for never to have seen the fertile plains nor heard the winds nor felt the warm sun on sands beside the salty sea, nor touched the hands of those I love. Without these, all the gains of timelessness would not be worth one day of living and of loving; come what may. - Dorothy Monroe