I Think Everything We Do,

Where Is God? Where Can I Find Him?" We Ask. We Don't Realize That's Like A Fish Swimming Frantically Through The Ocean In Search Of The Ocean

Dive Deep. Drown Willingly

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

I Think A Woman Is Born With The Desire To Hear She Is Beautiful.

He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story