After All, When A Stone

At The Temple There Is A Poem Called "loss" Carved Into The Stone. It Has Three Words, But The Poet Has Scratched Them Out. You Cannot Read Loss, Only Feel It.

Perhaps It Seems Odd That A Casual Meeting On The Street Could Have Brought About Such Change. But Sometimes Life Is Like That Isn't It

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

I Began To Feel That All The People I'd Ever Known Who Had Died Or Left Me Had Not In Fact Gone Away, But Continued To Live On Inside Me Just As This Man's Wife Lived On Inside Him.

In The Instant Before The Door Opened, I Could Almost Sense My Life Expanding Just Like A River Whose Waters Have Begun To Swell; For I Had Never Before Taken Such A Drastic Step To Change The Course Of My Own Future. I Was Like A Child Tiptoeing Along A Precipice Overlooking The Sea. And Yet Somehow I Hadn't Imagined A Great Wave Might Come And Strike Me There, And Wash Everything Away.