All Beginnings Are Hard.

Honest Differences Of Opinion Should Never Be Permitted To Destroy A Friendship.

I Won't Talk To You About My Family And You Won't Talk To Me About Yours. Family Talk Is Either Boring Or Self-pitying. Or It's Gothic, Like A Faulkner Novel. Who Needs To Talk About It? It's Enough To Live It.

A Man Is Born Into This World With Only A Tiny Spark Of Goodness In Him. The Spark Is God, It Is The Soul; The Rest Is Ugliness And Evil, A Shell. The Spark Must Be Guarded Like A Treasure, It Must Be Nurtured, It Must Be Fanned Into Flame. It Must Learn To Seek Out Other Sparks, It Must Dominate The Shell. Anything Can Be A Shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, Laziness, Brutality, And Genius. Yes, Even A Great Mind Can Be A Shell And Choke The Spark.

I Went Away And Cried To The Master Of The Universe, "what Have You Done To Me? A Mind Like This I Need For A Son? A Heart I Need For A Son, A Soul I Need For A Son, Compassion I Want From My Son, Righteousness, Mercy, Strength To Suffer And Carry Pain, That I Want From My Son, Not A Mind Without A Soul!"

Come, Let Us Have Some Tea And Continue To Talk About Happy Things.