“Life is essentially composed of two things: the experiences that we make and the people with which we share them.”

First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
…
Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why

“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”