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Each Of Us Has Been Designed For One Of Two Immortal Functions, As Either A Storyteller Or As A Cross-legged Listener To Tales Of Wonder, Love, And Daring. When We Cease To Tell Or Listen, Then We No Longer Exist As A People.

The Man Assumes The Role Of The Loner, The Thinker And The Searching Spirit Who Calls The Privileged And The Powerful To Task. The Power Of One Was The Courage To Remain Separate, Th Think Through The Truth And Not Be Beguiled By Convention Or The Plausible Arguments Of Those Who Expect To Maintain Power, Whatever The Cost.

Dare Your Genius To Walk The Wildest Unknown Ways.

. . . God Is Too Busy Making The Sun Come Up And Go Down And Watching So The Moon Floats Just Right In The Sky To Be Concerned With Color . . . Only Man Wants Always God Should Be There To Condemn This One And Save That One. Always It Is Man Who Wants To Make Heaven And Hell. God Is Too Busy Training The Bees To Make Honey And Every Morning Opening Up All The New Flowers For Business.

I Knew Then That The Person On The Outside Was Only A Shell, A Presence To Be Seen And Provoked. Inside Was The Real Me, Where My Tears Joined The Tears Of All The Sad People To Form The Three Waterfalls In The Night Country.