My Work Was Done, So It Was

In The Middle Of The Last Century There Was A Reason To Go To War. This Time Around The War Was A Really Bad Idea And I Think The Only People That Benefited From It Were Halliburton And People That Made Money From It, But That's Not An Excuse To Have A War. Killing American Kids So Halliburton Can Make Money Is Not A Righteous Reason To Go To War.

That's A Spiritual Lifestyle, Being Willing To Admit That You Don't Know Everything And That You Were Wrong About Some Things. It's About Making A List Of All The People You've Harmed, Either Emotionally Or Physically Or Financially, And Going Back And Making Amends. That's A Spiritual Lifestyle. It's Not A Fluffy Ethereal Concept.

I'm Probably Not Long-term-relationship Material For Now.

Sometimes Life's So Much Cooler When You Just Don't Know Any Better And All The Painful Lessons Have Not Hammered Your Head Open Yet.

I Had To Sit With My Senses. This Clear, Beautiful Intuition Took Over. I Knew Exactly How I Felt, And I Wasn't Confused Or Clouded Or Compromised. I Realized That None Of My Feelings Had Diminished, But I Might Have To Lose Someone I Truly Loved. I Didn't Want To Run Away From Claire, But I Knew Drug Addiction Was Strong Enough That I Had To Be Willing, If Need Be, To Let Go Of The Person I'd Just Fallen In Love With.