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Break into yourself
Who can tell the seed of the oak what he’ll look like when he’s grown? I can tell you the tempest will break, but not how. For it comes once. You, too, come once, and you go once. Only you live your life, and you live it once. One seed becomes only one oak, yet Stroll in the woods and see: no oak mirrors another. I can tell you you will be, but not how. For you are but once. And as you stroll through the forest, follow no path: make your own.
Fr. Paul Ward |