This Is The World I

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

I Say Yes When I Mean No And The Wrinkle Grows.

I Am Looking For The Human Who Admits His Flaws Who Shocks The Adversary By Being Kinder Not Stronger What Would That Be Like? We Don't Even Know