[baseball] Breaks Your Heart. It Is Designed

It Breaks Your Heart. It Is Designed To Break Your Heart. The Game Begins In Spring, When Everything Else Begins Again, And It Blossoms In The Summer, Filling The Afternoons And Evenings, And Then As Soon As The Chill Rains Come, It Stops And Leaves You To Face The Fall Alone.

People Will Say I'm An Idealist. I Hope So.

There Are Many Who Lust For The Simple Answers Of Doctrine Or Decree. They Are On The Left And Right. They Are Not Confined To A Single Part Of The Society. They Are Terrorists Of The Mind.

All Play Aspires To The Condition Of Paradise...through Play In All Its Forms...we Hope To Achieve A State That Our Larger Greco-roman, Judeo- Christian Culture Has Always Known Was Lost. Where It Exists, We Do Not Know, Although We Always Have Envisioned It As A Garden...always As Removed, As An Enclosed Green Place...paradise Is An Ancient Dream...it Is A Dream Of Ourselves As Better Than We Are, Back To What We Were.

Teachers Believe They Have A Gift For Giving; It Drives Them With The Same Irrepressible Drive That Drives Others To Create A Work Of Art Or A Market Or A Building.