Choosing A Path Means Having

The Light Of Love Flows Out Of My Soul, But It Can Go Nowhere Because It's Blocked By Pain. I Could Inhale And Exhale Every Morning For The Rest Of My Life, But That Wouldn't Solve Anything.

After Weeks On The Road, Listening To A Language You Don’t Understand, Using A Currency Whose Value You Don’t Comprehend, Walking Down Streets You’ve Never Walked Down Before, You Discover That Your Old “i,” Along With Everything You Ever Learned, Is Absolutely No Use At All In The Face Of Those New Challenges, And You Begin To Realize That Buried Deep In Your Unconscious Mind There Is Someone Much More Interesting And Adventurous And More Open To The World And To New Experiences.

How Many Of Us Will Be Saved The Pain Of Seeing The Most Important Things In Our Lives Disappearing From One Moment To The Next? I Don't Just Mean People, But Our Ideas And Dreams Too: We Might Survive A Day, A Week, A Few Years, But We're All Condemned To Lose. Our Body Remains Alive, Yet Sooner Or Later Our Soul Will Receive The Mortal Blow. The Perfect Crime - For We Don't Know Who Murdered Our Joy, What Their Motives Were, Or Where The Guilty Parties Are To Be Found...they Too Are The Victims Of The Reality They Created.

Love Doesn't Need To Be Discussed; It Has Its Own Voice And Speaks For Itself.

They Went To University Because Someone, At A Time When Universities Seemed Important, Said That In Order To Rise In The World, You Had To Have A Degree. And Thus The World Was Deprived Of Some Excellent Gardeners, Bakers, Antique Dealers, Sculptors, And Writers.