“WHATÂ is Life, father?” “A Battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail, Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled, And the stoutest heart may quail. Where the foes are gathered on every hand, And rest not day or night, And the feeble little ones must stand In the thickest of the fight.” “What is…
Pilgrim Notes
Just some observations about the world from a pilgrims point of view.
