A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of
little minds,
its been said,
with great self confidence and gusto.
But a humble, thoughtful
consistency,
might be,
like the migration of a Monarch;
Bold, bespeckled, fluttering, fragile,
fraught with danger,
disaster,
distance,
and yet, in
the end,
filled with a quiet,
ultimate
triumph.
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