The wise order of providence had ordained that we shall make others happy in being so ourselves. When humans are called individuals, it is in a secondary sense, insofar as they are regarded as relatively independent, stable, and unique. However, this uniqueness is not some internal, private, inaccessible feature of them. The inwardness of persons is not something private, not the banishment of all that seems outward, but the solution of the outward in the circulation of the total. The mind is a perfection of the organism and the organism possess more or less as the organism selects from, and adapts itself to, the circumstances of its World. History is a hybrid form of experience, the doubtful story of successive events. The view is the spatiotemporal contingencies of human life must, as knowledge grows, becomes absorbed into a fuller understanding of society, art, philosophy, and religion. These are concrete and necessary living Worlds. I want to feel loved, be comfortable, and be around someone I can trust. That is what I call happiness. If we cannot be as happy as we wish, we should rejoice in the happiness we can have.  #RandolphHarris 1 of 2

She sang lovely songs of the sea, spirited melodies so achingly beautiful that sounded like they came from the mermaids themselves. As she gazed across the water, her eyes fixed on the horizon with love. Each crystal tear she shed into the sea, I wished there was a way to make her smile. She hid beneath the waves, and I dove to the deepest depths and found the most beautiful diamond with a faint glittering pink glow and a pale blue sparkling shimmer radiating from inside. The love course of life shines in the corner of life obscurely like leisurely clouds, which drift slowly, illuminating our heart and warming our life. All of these vibrant energies remind us of the happiness over the past years. Love is key to the secret life. With love subtracted, life will become tasteless and colorless. Once together with you, we walked through the beautiful sea, that momentary magnificence is well worthy of my life-long memory. Long habit has the art of giving charms to places; or, rather, ‘it’s the people who inhabit them. We are formed to be happy, and to contribute to the happiness of our fellow creatures. There are no real virtues, but the social ones.  #RandolphHarris 2 of 2