I Suppose I Have An Active Imagination,

Heroes Rarely Look The Way We Draw Them In Our Minds: Attractive, Imposing Figures With Rippling Muscles And Strong Chins. More Times Than Not They Are Humble Beings, Small And Flawed. It Is Only Their Spirits That Are Beautiful And Strong.

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

If God Came To Save The World, Why Are So Many Of His Professed Followers Intent On Damning It?

To Forgive Is To Unlock The Cage Of Another's Folly To Set Ourselves Free.

To Choose The Path Is To Choose The Destination, But Sometimes It Seems That The Path Is Under Our Feet Even Before We Know We're Walking.