Even, She Thought, Even Without The Gift

We End Up Stumbling Our Way Through The Forest, Never Seeing All The Unexpected And Wonderful Possibilities And Potentials Because We're Looking For The Idea Of A Tree, Instead Of Appreciating The Actual Trees In Front Of Us.

Living On The Street As A Kid Changed The Way I Looked At Everything. It Was A Different Time And While It Had Its Dangers, It Was Nothing Like It Would Be Today. It Was The Summer Of Love And There Was A Real Sense Of Community Among Us. We Were Hippies Who Looked Out For Each Other Instead Of Trying To Rip Each Other Off. We Only Had To Watch Out For The Police Who Liked To Roust Us Just On General Principles, And The Kids Who Came In From The Suburbs To Do A Little Hippie-bashing.

I Don't Want To Live In The Kind Of World Where We Don't Look Out For Each Other. Not Just The People That Are Close To Us, But Anybody Who Needs A Helping Hand. I Cant Change The Way Anybody Else Thinks, Or What They Choose To Do, But I Can Do My Bit.

My Theory About Writing Is That One Should Write Books You'd Like To Read, But No One Else Has Written Yet. So, As Long As I Stick With That, I'm Entertaining Myself, And Then Hopefully My Readers As Well. I Hope To God I Realize That I'm Repeating Myself, If I Ever Do. But If I Don't, I'm Sure My Readers Will Let Me Know.

Without Mysteries, Life Would Be Very Dull Indeed. What Would Be Left To Strive For If Everything Were Known?