The Quintessential Quaker – July 30th, 2017

” Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal.  I can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down the narrow way. And in the morning they are there . Ideas are straight.

But the world is round,  and a messy mortal is my friend.  
Come walk with me in the mud….”

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