We May Be Living In

The Truth Is That There Is Only One Terminal Dignity - Love. And The Story Of A Love Is Not Important - What Is Important Is That One Is Capable Of Love. It Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We Are Permitted Of Eternity.

Love Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We Are Permitted Of Eternity.

Yes, I Have Doubted. I Have Wandererd Off The Path. I Have Been Lost. But I Always Returned. It Is Beyond The Logic I Seek. It Is Intuitive - An Intrinsic, Built-in Sense Of Direction. I Seem To Find My Way Home. My Faith Has Wavered But Has Saved Me.

In This Sometimes Turbulent World, The River Is A Cosmic Symbol Of Durability And Destiny; Awesome, But Steadfast. In This Period Of Deep National Concern, I Wish Everyone Could Live For A While Beside A Great River.

Our House Was Always Filled With Dogs... They Helped Make Our House A Kennel, It Is True, But The Constant Patter Of Their Filthy Paws And The Dreadful Results Of Their Brainless Activities Have Warmed Me Throughout The Years.