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The More You Respect And Focus On The Singular And The Strange, The More You Become Aware Of The Universal And Infinite.

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort When There Was One Chance In A Thousand Of Flying?

I Believe That With Enough Practice And Good Faith, You Can Learn To Recognize When The Work Is Achieved.

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.