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Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly, Or Feels So Right, Or Inspires So Much Protective Instinct As The Hand Of A Child

The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

The Cloak Of The Past Is Cut From Patches Of Feeling ,and Sewn With Rebus Threads.most Of The Time , The Best We Can Do Is Wrap It Around Ourselves For Comfort Or Drag It Behind Us As We Struggle To Go On .

There's A Truth Deeper Than Experience. It's Beyond What We See, Or Even What We Feel. It's An Order Of Truth That Separates The Profound From The Merely Clever, And The Reality From The Perception. We're Helpless, Usually, In The Face Of It; And The Cost Of Knowing It, Like The Cost Of Knowing Love, Is Sometimes Greater Than Any Heart Would Willingly Pay. It Doesn't Always Help Us To Love The World, But It Does Prevent Us From Hating The World. And The Only Way To Know That Truth Is To Share It, From Heart To Heart, Just As Prabhakar Told It To Me, Just As I'm Telling It To You Now.