From the time I read my first Hemingway work, The Sun Also Rises, as a student at Soldan High School in St. Louis, I was struck with an affliction common to my generation: Hemingway Awe.
Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed
Keep me up ’til the sun is high ‘Til the birds start calling my name I’m addicted and I don’t know why Guess I’ve always been this way
In darkness God’s truth shines most clear.
Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.