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But I Knew That Someday I Was Going To Die. And Just Before I Died Two Things Would Happen; Number 1: I Would Regret My Entire Life. Number 2: I Would Want To Live My Life Over Again.

I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In Evil As Some Separate, Distinct Power Within Itself. I Guess I'm Just Not A Southern Baptist Or A Fundamentalist. I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In It Myself, Somehow. I Don't . . . I Can't Conceive From My Experience How This Force Of Evil Can Exist Without The Force Of Love Being Right There.

I Have To Have A Meaning In My Life. If I Roam Around Without Some Meaning In My Life, I'm In Deep And Serious Trouble. I Can't, I Just Can't Exist.

People In Germany Are Very, Very Responsive To The Readings.

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.