-From Diary of an Old Soul by George MacDonald:

July Tenth

Creation thou dost work by faint degrees,
By shade and shadow from unseen beginning;
Far, far apart, in unthought mysteries
Of thy own dark, unfathomable seas,
Thou will'st thy will; and thence, upon the earth-
Slow travelling, his way through centuries winning-
A child at length arrives at never ending birth.

I had my first real date last night since breaking up with my girlfriend, two weeks ago. This dating game thing sure is strange, but sorta fun. Yay for me.