If today were as it should be—peaceful, crisp, bustling with the business of getting along with one another—there would be less to write about.
Instead, the world keeps us chatty with blood and noise, our devices there to ring troubles out loud and listen in to every upset.
Was Eden just too quiet?
The day need only carry itself from morning to night to bolt one link of time to the next.
Snuggle into a book or call a friend and you lighten the chain.
I am asking you to do this: read, call, find a moment of forever.
In the book, with that friend, you get along, you confide in peace.