Life, Not Death, Is The Great Mystery

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

Even A Second Of Freedom Is Worth More Than A Lifetime Of Bondage.

I Think Of How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.

The Bible Was Written Two Thousand Years Ago. The World Is A Different Place Now. Stories That Had Meaning Then Are Meaningless Now. Beliefs That Might Have Been Valid Then Are Invalid Now. Those Books Should Be Looked At In The Same Way We Look At Anything Of That Age With Interest With An Acknowledgement Of The Historical Importance But They Should Not Be Thought Of As Anything That Has Any Value.