In College I Studied '60s And '70s

Most People Ended Up, After Only A Couple Of Months, So Far Away From Where They'd Intended To Go, Stuck In Some Barbed Underbrush Of A Quagmire When They'd Meant To Head Straight To The Ocean.

May You Walk A Lighted Path. May You Fight For Truth - Your Truth, Not Someone Else's - And May You Understand, Above All Things, That You Are The Most Important Concept, Theory, And Philosophy I Have Ever Known.

She Told Me Her Father Taught Her To Live Life Way Beyond The Cusp Of It, Way Out In The Outer Reaches Where Most People Never Had The Guts To Go, Where You Got Hurt. Where There Was Unimaginable Beauty And Pain ... They Were Always Reminding Themselves To Stop Measuring Life In Coffee Spoons, Mornings And Afternoons, To Keep Swimming Way, Way Down To The Bottom Of The Ocean To Find Where The Mermaids Sang, Each To Each. Where There Was Danger And Beauty And Light. Only The Now.

Well, It Doesn't Look Good. Makes Me Look Like One Of Those Unloved Latchkey Children They Make After-school Specials About." "don't Sell Yourself Short. You're More Masterpiece Theatre.

Because Every One Of Us Has Our Box, A Dark Chamber Stowing The Thing That Lanced Our Heart. It Contains What You Do Everything For, Strive For, Wound Everything Around You.