I Don't Know How To

However They May Have Felt When They Left They Were Now Committed, They Had Passed The Point Of No Return.

No Matter How Beautiful The Outside May Be, The Inside Still Has Feelings And Needs That Just Words Don't Fulfill.

I Don't Know How To Make The Critics Happy!

If Love Is What I've Experienced, I Can't Separate It From Other People. I Can't Separate Creation, And I Can't Separate Whatever This Creative Thing Is, From It's Creation. I Don't Believe That Can Be Done. We're All Part Of This Creative Force.

I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In Evil As Some Separate, Distinct Power Within Itself. I Guess I'm Just Not A Southern Baptist Or A Fundamentalist. I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In It Myself, Somehow. I Don't . . . I Can't Conceive From My Experience How This Force Of Evil Can Exist Without The Force Of Love Being Right There.