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“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

— Henry Miller (1891-1980)

The speech seems as relevant and important today as it did 37 years ago.

Birds and bees and all the flowers and trees, fishes on the line
Girls and guys and yellow butterflies singing hello summertime
A homemade boat and a river to float nothing on our mind
Summer moon above two people in love singing hello summertime

Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun
It’s a time for two just me and you and the summertime
Swing from a limb drop in for a swim, hey the water sure looks fine
Ain’t nothing wrong just floating along singing hello summertime

Summertime grins, lots of good friends we’re all feeling fine
Watch the sun go down, hear the summer sounds singing hello summertime
Summertime laying back in the sun, yes summertime having summertime fun
It’s a time for two just me and you and the summertime

“I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.”

– William Stafford (1914-1993)