Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the sweet uplifting hush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not here, I did not die." - Mary Elizabeth Frye
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than one seeks.
Mathematics is not the product of human minds the way art or music are, but instead something fundamental written in the fabric of our universe since it’s creation.
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