It Droppeth As The Gentle Rain From Heaven

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
--William Shakespeare


Tracy Chapman: Let It Rain

SANDY SEZ
FIREWORKS ARE HAILING
OVER LITTLE EDEN TONIGHT.
JAPAN CAT NETWORK
CAN USE YOUR HELP.





While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task.
He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea
he said, "It makes a difference for this one."
I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.
--Loren Eiseley