I'm not usually an Emily Dickinson fan, but someone quoted this poem to me today, and the words seemed to fit exactly how I'm feeling right now.
The going from a world we know
To one a wonder still
Is like the child's adversity
Whose vista is a hill,
Behind the hill is sorcery
And everything unknown,
But will the secret compensate
For climbing it alone?
by Emily Dickinson
11/10/05
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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