The sky the sky- same as it always was.
Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.
I live in a constant state of hyperbole.
We will never have repose. The present is perpetual.
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
Real happiness lies in that which never comes nor goes, but simply is.
Bliss is a thing which is always there and is not something which comes and goes. That which comes and goes is a creation of the mind.
Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.
