Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering

I Believe That In Spite Of The Chains We Bind Ourselves With, There's A Primordial Section Of The Human Psyche That Is Still Nomadic And Still Yearns To Roam Free.

As A Boy I Heard This Story In Church. A Man Was Patching A Pitched Roof Of A Tall Building When He Began Sliding Off. As He Neared The Edge Of The Roof He Prayed, "save Me, Lord, And I'll Go To Church Every Sunday, I'll Give Up Drinking, I'll Be The Best Man This City Has Ever Known." As He Finished His Prayer, A Nail Snagged Onto His Overalls And Saved Him. The Man Looked Up To The Sky And Shouted, "never Mind, God. I Took Care Of It Myself." How True Of Us.

My Grandfather, A Devout Christian, Had The Gift Of Healing.

Raising Or Caring For Children Requires Sacrifice And Service, Which, I Believe, Heals Us From The Destructive Forces Of Self-centeredness.

We All Arrive On Earth With A Round-trip Ticket.