A man drinks at last after being extremely thirsty, and, feeling refreshment permeating his body, thinks and says: What a glorious thing is fresh water! Such a man, whether he knows it or not, has already taken a step toward that "seeing of the beloved object" which is contemplation. How splendid is water, a rose, a tree, an apple, a human face...Who among us has not suddenly looked into his child's face, in the midst of the toils and troubles of everyday life, and at that moment "seen" that everything which is good, is loved and lovable, loved by God! Such certainties all mean, at bottom, one and the same thing: that the world is plumb and sound; that everything comes to its appointed goal; that in spite of all appearances, underlying all things is - peace, salvation, gloria; that nothing and no one is lost; that "God holds in his hand the beginning, the middle, and the end of all that is".
-Josef Pieper (Twentieth-century Catholic philosopher)

heysátan
höfðum þau hallí ró
en ég sló
ég sló tún
ég hef slegið fjandans nóg
en ég sló
heysátan
þá fer að fjúka út
út í mó.. (ég dró)
heyvagn á massey ferguson
því hann gaf undan
og mér fótur rann... andskotann
ég varð undan
og nú hvíli hér
með beyglað der
og sáttur halla nú höfði hér
-sigur ros