One Of The Dreariest Spots On Life's

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.

Men's Private Self-worlds Are Rather Like Our Geographical World's Seasons, Storm, And Sun, Deserts, Oases, Mountains And Abysses, The Endless-seeming Plateaus, Darkness And Light, And Always The Sowing And The Reaping.

In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.

The Shadow Of Fear And Uncertainty Lies Over Most Of Us; For Us The Future Seems Far From Being As Clear And Open As We Believed It Would Be.

We May Differ Widely In Environments, Education, Learning, Knowledge, Or Lack Of It, And In Our Personalities, Our Likes And Dislikes. But If We Set Ourselves The Task, We'll Find A Meeting Place Somehow And Somewhere.