I learned why 'out riding alone' is an oxymoron: An equestrian is never alone is always sensing the other being the mysterious but also understandable living being that is the horse.
If to live is to progress if you are lucky from foolishness to wisdom then...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived born grows up and dies of old age in a day.
