Cowardece Is Often Just Another Name For

Sooner Or Later, Fate Puts Us Together With All The People, One By One, Who Show Us What We Could, And Shouldn’t, Let Ourselves Become. Sooner Or Later We Meet The Drunkard, The Waster, The Betrayer, The Ruthless Mind, And The Hate-filled Heart. But Fate Loads The Dice, Of Course, Because We Usually Find Ourselves Loving Or Pitying Almost All Of Those People. And It’s Impossible To Despise Someone You Honestly Pity, And To Shun Someone You Truly Love.

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

The Truth Is That There Are No Good Men, Or Bad Men,' He Said. 'it Is The Deeds That Have Goodness Or Badness In Them. There Are Good Deeds, And Bad Deeds. Men Are Just Men - It Is What They Do, Or Refuse To Do, That Links Them To Good And Evil. The Truth Is That An Instant Of Real Love, In The Heart Of Anyone - The Noblest Man Alive Or The Most Wicked - Has The Whole Purpose And Process And Meaning Of Life Within The Lotus-folds Of Its Passion. The Truth Is That We Are All, Every One Of Us, Every Atom, Every Galaxy, And Every Particle Of Matter In The Universe, Moving Toward God.

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

There Are No Mistakes. Only New Paths To Explore.