God Made Mud, God Made

Hold On To Your Dreams For They Are, In A Sense, The Stuff Of Which Reality Is Made. It Is Through Our Dreams That We Maintain The Possibility Of A Better, More Meaningful Life.

Don't Brood. Get On With Living And Loving. You Don't Have Forever.

Happiness Is Intrinsic, It's An Internal Thing. When You Build It Into Yourself, No External Circumstances Can Take It Away.

You Have Choice. You Can Select Joy Over Despair. You Can Select Happiness Over Tears. You Can Select Action Over Apathy. You Can Select Growth Over Stagnation. You Can Select You. And You Can Select Life. And It's Time That People Tell You You're Not At The Mercy Of Forces Greater Than Yourself. You Are, Indeed, The Greatest Force For You.

When Love Is Accompanied With Deep Intimacy, It Raises Us To The Highest Level Of Human Experience. In This Exalted Space, We Can Surrender Our Egos, Become Vulnerable And Know Levels Of Joy And Well-being Unique Among Life Experiences. We Attain A Glimpse Of The Rapture That Can Be Ours. Boundaries Are Blurred, There Are No Limitations And We Rejoice In Union. We Become One And, At The Same Time, Both.