"THE Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of
a beech-tree,  and  the  beech-tree  was  in  the middle of the
forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the  house.  Next
to   his   house  was  a  piece  of  broken  board  which  had:
"TRESPASSERS W" on it. When Christopher Robin asked the  Piglet
what  it  meant, he said it was his grandfather's name, and had
been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said  you
couldn't  be  called  Trespassers  W,  and Piglet said yes, you
could, because his  grandfather  was,  and  it  was  short  for
Trespassers  Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And
his grandfather had had two  names  in  case  he  lost  one  --
Trespassers after an uncle, and William after Trespassers."

"Life is wasted if we do not grasp the glory of the cross, cherish it for the treasure that it is, and cleave to it as the highest price of every pleasure and the deepest comfort in every pain."

--John Piper

Amy Inkster:  My mom does that.
Katelyn Inkster:  Yeah, my mom does that, too...

Behind the noise, silence rests.
I try to grasp the silence.
But it is smothered in ruckus.
The noise is thick.
Though I try to penetrate it,
I cannot.
I can only wait for noise to take a breath.

*as his national poeticness bursts forth*

There are times, when late and in the Pacific Time Zone, that two young men can be can be very skeptical as to the effectiveness of their government.  Does this mean that their assertions are true and that there is no hope...?  Not necessarily.  It simply be that they are caught in the clutch of skepticism and will not escape until tomorrow morning...after they get some sleep.

Marshall.  You know Ron Paul wants to abolish the CIA and the FBI?
Adam.  Sweet.  I'd vote for him.
Marshall.  Uh, right.
Adam.  Come, now:  he'll be abolishing one third of the U.S. government's corruption.
Marshall.  Right.  And two thirds of the work they get done.