I've been absent from class for a while; and hope I can drop in. I feel a bit rusty, but here goes my assignment.
He did he not remember owning a parrot, nor know how it had learn to talk. But there he was, in the corner of the darken room, endlessly squawking, “Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.” He covered his ears, but the words now turned to screeching, would not go away.
See that darkened lamp over there. It is not faulty or damaged; it is simply unplugged. Your potential to shine is like that to God. He simply needs you to plug into his power.
Words snip the ropes that bind our senses. Finally untethered, our eyes see beyond the horizon, our grasp at last able to exceed our reach, unheard music plays sweetly in our ears, our nostrils are constantly filled with the scent of the seasons, and the taste of eternity rests upon our tongues
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." From "As You Like It." Wm. Shakespeare.