While Eeyore Frets ... ...

The Masters Of Life Know The Way, For They Listen To The Voice Within Them, The Voice Of Wisdom And Simplicity, The Voice That Reasons Beyond Cleverness And Knows Beyond Knowledge.

There Was A Man That Hated His Footprints And His Shadow, So One Day He Thought That If He Ran Fast Enough, His Footprints And Shadow Would Not Be Able To Follow Him And Then He Never Ever Had To Look At Them Again. He Ran And He Ran As Fast As He Could, But The Shadow And The Footprints Had No Problems Keeping Up To Him. And He Ran Even Faster And All Of A Sudden He Fell Dead To The Ground. But If He Been Standing Still There Hadn't Been Any Footprints And If He Had Been Resting Under A Tree His Shadow Had Been Swallowed Of The Trees Shadow.

Knowledge And Experience Do Not Necessarily Speak The Same Language.

As Our Planet Takes Action To Cast Out Its Manmade Poisons And Heal Its Man-caused Wounds, Many Human Inhabitants Will No Doubt Give Way To Fear. Many Will Cling To Seemingly Powerful We're-god's-chosen-people Religions, Hoping That By So Doing They Will Be Saved From The Wrath Of A Vengeful God (not Recognizing That The Approaching "vengeance" Will In Reality Be Man's Own Actions Coming Back At Him - And Not Recognizing That The Infinite Universal Power Is Far More Than The Narrow-minded Gatekeeper Of An Exclusive Spiritual Country Club).

Many People Are Afraid Of Emptiness, However, Because It Reminds Them Of Loneliness. Everything Has To Be Filled In, It Seems-appointment Books, Hillsides, Vacant Lots-but When All The Spaces Are Filled, The Loneliness Really Begins. Then The Groups Are Joined, The Classes Are Signed Up For, And The Gift-to-yourself Items Are Bought. When The Loneliness Starts Creeping In The Door, The Television Set Is Turned On To Make It Go Away. But It Doesn't Go Away. So Some Of Us Do Instead, And After Discarding The Emptiness Of The Big Congested Mess, We Discover The Fullness Of Nothing.