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There Is No Such Things As God's Word On Earth. Or If There Is It Is Not To Be Found In Books. -then Where Is It To Be Found?- In Love. In The Laughter Of Children. In A Gift Given. In A Life Saved. In The Quiet Of Morning. In The Dead Of Night. In The Sound Of The Ocean, Or The Sound Of A Car. It Can Be Found In Anything, Anywhere. It Is The Fabric Of Our Lives, Our Feelings, The People We Live With, Things We Know To Be Real.

I Meet A Third Man He's An Old Man He Trips In The Street He Falls And I Help Him Up, Walk Him To The Curb. He Shakes My Hand Says Keep The Faith, Young Man. I Ask Him What He Means, He Says Keep Running And Don't Let Them Catch You.

If I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was True, And I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was Honest, Then I Was Gonna Have To Write About Myself In Very, Very Negative Ways.

I Often Think Of Death. True. Suicide Is A Reasonable Option. True. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Stare At The Question. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Stare At The Question. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Leave It Blank.

Leonard Asks Me If There's Anything I Need To Know Before He Dies, I Think About It For A Minute, Turn To Him, Say What's The Meaning Of Life, Leonard? He Laughs, Says That's An Easy One, My Son, It's Whatever You Want It To Be.