The conclusion reminds me of a lyric from U2’s “Every Breaking Wave,” performed so beautifully in the anthology accompanying Bono’s “we-moire” “Surrender.”
“And every gambler knows that to lose
Is what you're really there for”
I’m finding in my losing through the summer poignant moments of exultant yet ordinary beauty.
The conclusion reminds me of a lyric from U2’s “Every Breaking Wave,” performed so beautifully in the anthology accompanying Bono’s “we-moire” “Surrender.”
“And every gambler knows that to lose
Is what you're really there for”
I’m finding in my losing through the summer poignant moments of exultant yet ordinary beauty.
Lovely. Thank you Richard.