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I Am Often Accused Of Being Childish. I Prefer To Interpret That As Child-like. I Still Get Wildly Enthusiastic About Little Things. I Tend To Exaggerate And Fantasize And Embellish. I Still Listen To Instinctual Urges. I Play With Leaves. I Skip Down The Street And Run Against The Wind. I Never Water My Garden Without Soaking Myself. It Has Been After Such Times Of Joy That I Have Achieved My Greatest Creativity And Produced My Best Work.

We Began This Process, And Fantastic Things Happened — To The Way We Felt, To The Way We Made Other People Feel, And The Interaction Among Us. All This Simply By Using Positive Words!

There Are Many Miracles In The World To Be Celebrated And, For Me, Garlic Is The Most Deserving.

When You Love Someone You Do Not Love Them All The Time, In Exactly The Same Way, From Moment To Moment. It Is An Impossibility. It Is Even A Lie To Pretend To. And Yet This Is Exactly What Most Of Us Demand. We Have So Little Faith In The Ebb And Flow Of Life, Of Love, Of Relationships. We Leap At The Flow Of The Tide And Resist In Terror Its Ebb. We Are Afraid It Will Never Return. We Insist On Permanency, On Duration, On Continuity; When The Only Continuity Possible, In Life As In Love, Is In Growth, In Fluidity - In Freedom

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