All The Mortal World Is A Lethal

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?

Ignore Any Loss Of Nerve, Ignore Any Loss Of Self-confidence, Ignore Any Doubt Or Confusion. Move On Believing In Love, In Peace, And Harmony, And In Great Accomplishment. Remember Joy Isn't A Stranger To You. You Are Winning And You Are Strong. Love. Love First, Love Always, Love Forever.

There Is A Horrifying Loneliness At Work In This Time. No, Listen To Me. We Lived Six And Seven To A Room In Those Days, When I Was Still Among The Living. The City Streets Were Seas Of Humanity; And Now In These High Buildings Dim-witted Souls Hover In Luxurious Privacy, Gazing Through The Television Window At A Faraway World Of Kissing And Touching. It Is Bound To Produce Some Great Fund Of Common Knowledge, Some New Level Of Human Awareness, A Curious Skepticism, To Be So Alone.

No Matter How Long We Exist, We Have Our Memories. Points In Time Which Time Itself Cannot Erase. Suffering May Distort My Backward Glances, But Even To Suffering, Some Memories Will Yield Nothing Of Their Beauty Or Their Splendor. Rather They Remain As Hard As Gems.

To Learn And To Love, That Is What We Are Here For, Any Activity Which Is Not Grounded In One Of These Two Is A Waste Of Time.