I Hadn't Learned Yet That

Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

Writing's Not Precious To Me. It's Not A Thing That Requires Specific Environment. You Know, It's My Job. Just Like Anybody With A Job, You Have To Do Your Job When You Don't Feel Like It, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad The Conditions Are, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad You Might Feel On Any Particular Day.

I Meet A Third Man He's An Old Man He Trips In The Street He Falls And I Help Him Up, Walk Him To The Curb. He Shakes My Hand Says Keep The Faith, Young Man. I Ask Him What He Means, He Says Keep Running And Don't Let Them Catch You.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.