Even The Finest Workman Needs

If Someone Were To Ask Me Whether I Believed In God, Or Saw God, Or Had A Particular Relationship With God, I Would Reply That I Don't Separate God From My World In My Thinking. I Feel That God Is Everywhere. That's Why I Never Feel Separated From God Or Feel I Must Seek God, Any More Than A Fish In The Ocean Feels It Must Seek Water. In A Sense, God Is The "ocean" In Which We Live.

It’s Harder To Talk About, But What I Really, Really, Really Want For Christmas Is Just This: I Want To Be 5 Years Old Again For An Hour. I Want To Laugh A Lot And Cry A Lot. I Want To Be Picked Or Rocked To Sleep In Someone’s Arms, And Carried Up To Be Just One More Time. I Know What I Really Want For Christmas: I Want My Childhood Back. People Who Think Good Thoughts Give Good Gifts.

Sometimes, When Asked The What-do-you-do Question, It Occurs To Me To Say That I Work For The Government. I Have A Government Job, Essential To National Security. I Am A Citizen. Like The Supreme Court Judges, My Job Is For Life, And The Well-being Of My Country Depends On Me. It Seems Fair To Think That I Should Be Held Accountable For My Record In The Same Way I Expect Accountability From Those Who Seek Elected Office. I Would Like To Be Able To Say That I Can Stand On My Record And Am Proud Of It.

I Know What I Really Want For Christmas. I Want My Childhood Back. Nobody Is Going To Give Me That. I Might Give At Least The Memory Of It To Myself If I Try. I Know It Doesn't Make Sense, But Since When Is Christmas About Sense, Anyway? It Is About A Child, Of Long Ago And Far Away, And It Is About The Child Of Now. In You And Me. Waiting Behind The Door Of Or Hearts For Something Wonderful To Happen. A Child Who Is Impractical, Unrealistic, Simpleminded And Terribly Vulnerable To Joy.

The Indian Danced On Alone. The Crowd Clapped Up The Beat. The Indian Danced With A Chair. The Crowd Went Crazy. The Band Faded. The Crowd Cheered. The Indian Held Up His Hands For Silence As If To Make A Speech. Looking At The Band And Then The Crowd, The Indian Said, "well, What're You Waiting For? Let's Dance.