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Thinking, an act of creation and often destruction, especially when we introspect.  My way to get perspective was to taunt myself with a re-imagined line from the childhood song: “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands.”  The following words from Chesterton perpetually salvage my sanity: “How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it.”

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He’s Got the Whole World in His Head

Enter the Stream

What Dreams May Come

Heart of a Saint, Mind of a Scholar, Skin of a Rhino

Mirror, Mirror

Anywhere is a here with a double you