Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering When We

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

If The Errors Of My Life Have Profited Me One Great Truth It Is This: Believe. Believe In Your Destiny And The Star From Which It Shines. Believe You Have Been Sent From God As An Arrow Pulled From His Own Bow. It Is The Single Universal Trait Which The Great Of This Earth Have All Shared, While The Shadows Are Fraught With Ghosts Who Roam The Winds With Mournful Wails Of Regret On Their Lips. Believe As If Your Life Depended Upon It, For Indeed It Does.

Without Great Mountains We Cannot Reach Great Heights.

It's Almost As Difficult To Believe That Someone With So Many Trials Could Harbor Such Hope, As That There Are Those With So Much Advantage Who Harbor Such Hopelessness.

We Spend Our Life Building Higher Fences And Stronger Locks, When The Gravest Dangers Are Already Inside