The Truth Is A Bully

A Lot Of Bad Stuff In The World Wasn’t Really That Bad Until Someone Tried To Change It.

I Think The Future Is Like Anything Else That's Important. It Has To Be Earned. If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Have A Future At All. And If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Deserve It, We Have To Live In The Present, More Or Less Forever. Or Worse, We Have To Live In The Past. I Think That's Probably What Love Is - A Way Of Earning The Future.

A Wise Man Once Told Me- He’s A Muslim By The Way- That He Has More In Common With A Jew Than He Does A Fanatic Of His Own Religion. He Has More In Common With A Rational, Reasonable-minded Christian Or A Buddhist Or Hindu Than He Does With A Fanatic Of His Own Religion. In Fact, He Has More In Common With A Ration, Reasonable-minded Atheist Than He Does With A Fanatic Of His Own Religion

The Truth Is That There Are No Good Men, Or Bad Men,' He Said. 'it Is The Deeds That Have Goodness Or Badness In Them. There Are Good Deeds, And Bad Deeds. Men Are Just Men - It Is What They Do, Or Refuse To Do, That Links Them To Good And Evil. The Truth Is That An Instant Of Real Love, In The Heart Of Anyone - The Noblest Man Alive Or The Most Wicked - Has The Whole Purpose And Process And Meaning Of Life Within The Lotus-folds Of Its Passion. The Truth Is That We Are All, Every One Of Us, Every Atom, Every Galaxy, And Every Particle Of Matter In The Universe, Moving Toward God.

The Touch Was Exactly What The Touch Of A Lover's Hand Should Be: Familiar, Yet Exciting As A Whispered Promise. I Felt An Almost Irresistible Urge To Take Her Hand And Place It Flat Against My Chest, Near My Heart. Maybe I Should've Done It. I Know Now That She Would've Laughed, If I'd Done It, And She Would've Liked Me For It. But Strangers That We Were Then, We Stood For Five Long Seconds And Held The Stare, While All The Parallel Worlds, All The Parallel Lives That Might've Been, And Never Would Be, Whirled Around Us.