French poet Christian Bobin once wrote; I was peeling a red apple from the garden when I suddenly understood that life would only ever give me a series of wonderfully insoluble problems. With that thought, an ocean of profound peace entered my heart.
#73: A taste for problems
#73: A taste for problems
#73: A taste for problems
French poet Christian Bobin once wrote; I was peeling a red apple from the garden when I suddenly understood that life would only ever give me a series of wonderfully insoluble problems. With that thought, an ocean of profound peace entered my heart.