“Your legs feel like fried bacon after a day of climbing and descending. It's a roller coaster ride, but no one is pulling you up the mountain. You're headed toward Yosemite more than 4,000 feet of pounding the pedals. You are aware of every movement because your thighs feel tender with a sensation of pain. You push on, toward the final ascent into the valley. In front of you is a monster mountain-El Capitan. Your eyes grow wide. You take a deep breath. Suddenly, you feel only wonder.” FeelsEyePainGrowsWonderFeetFrontsMovementMountainTravelBreathsFinalsLegsWideMonstersSensationsClimbingValleysPullingThighsDeep BreathRoller CoasterCoastersAscentDescendingPedalsTake A Deep BreathYosemiteRoller Coaster Rides Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and together again Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain, Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall.” RunningPainTogetherFallSidesAcceptingRocksLoversBedRiversWideHillsFollyHallsLeapValleysSplitsRapidsTogether Again Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier
“To better understand God we must first shatter our own idea of God - maybe even day after day. Maybe he's too great to stay compressed in the human mind. Maybe he splits it wide open; this is why pretentious intellectualism so often fails to comprehend the concept of God: it is only accepting of what it can explain while in the process finding higher sources offensive. What we may confidently assert is that faith is the opening that allows God, this unpredictable, unseen power, to travel in and out of the mind without all the pains of confusion.” MindFirstsHumansMayIdeasPainProcessAcceptingFailingSourceHigherFindingsConceptsWideOpeningConfusionHuman MindSplitsOffensiveUnseenUnpredictablePretentiousIntellectualism Author:Criss Jami
“With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.” PainBitsSeaFeetThousandMouthsHorseWaveWideFlyingIronTailsSpursReinsWild HorsesInspirational Horse Author:Lord Byron