Foolish People Are Never Harmless.

Or - Perhaps - I Should Just Worry About My Own Behavior And Let Others Be Who They Are.

I Was Tired Of Seeing The Graces Always Depicted As Beautiful Young Things. I Think Wisdom Comes With Age And Life And Pain. And Knowing What Matters.

To Be Silent. In Hopes Of Not Offending, In Hopes Of Being Accepted. But What Happened To People Who Never Spoke, Never Raised Their Voices? Kept Everything Inside? Gamache Knew What Happened. Everything They Swallowed, Every Word, Thought, Feeling Rattled Around Inside, Hollowing The Person Out. And Into That Chasm They Stuffed Their Words, Their Rage.

Life Is Choice. All Day, Everyday. Who We Talk To, Where We Sit, What We Say, How We Say It. And Our Lives Become Defined By Our Choices. It's As Simple And As Complex As That. And As Powerful. So When I'm Observing That's What I'm Watching For. The Choices People Make

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?