Early morning, a few birds start to chirp. A bull bellows in the distance. The chill gives goosebumps. The air is fresh and crisp. The cluttered mind is challenged to simplify, to decompress. The day dawns, another day of life and what am I to do to honor that gift?
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”