Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain. Milan Kundera, Immortality

riverfront park 5-4-15

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  1. Barb Estinson says:

    What an interesting quote. Makes me think. I like your photo with it, Sandy.

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Because I’ve avidly been following Tour de France your photo (including “Bike Route” and “One Way” signage) is perfect for me today not to mention Kundera’s “painful self” reference in quote. May Kundera’s universal warm rains continue to fall upon all the guys and my Alberto Contador.

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