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Thanks Norah. Yes indeed. Old books shine when dusted off and in a cozy cave where time stands still they come to life. We hurry along now in society and even those of us most mindful of this clock driven culture are apt to be distracted by those things physical and mental that vie for our attention. When the clock becomes good for kindling and each moment stands alone in silent reckoning the snap of the fire is heard, the wind cheating the pane and time and self at last are one. You understood not just the essence of this writing but I would have to be blind not to see the same spirit in all that you write.I think that is best of all.