Maybe It's Like Mac Says.

For The Poor Any Choice Was A Gift With Two Faces.

Ah Me, Thou Destiny, Giver Of Evil Gifts.

Nor Does God Whisper Through The Trees. His Voice Is Not To Be Mistaken. When Men Hear It They Fall To Their Knees And Their Souls Are Riven And They Cry Out To Him And There Is No Fear But Only Wildness Of Heart That Springs From Such Longing.

Last Words Are Only Words.

Even If What You're Working On Doesn't Go Anywhere, It Will Help You With The Next Thing You're Doing. Make Yourself Available For Something To Happen. Give It A Shot.