The Good Old Days, When Each Idea

Wearing A Scrap Of Colored Cloth Around Your Neck, Even Though It Serves No Useful Purpose, But Which Answers To The Name Of "tie."

O God, When I Listen To The Voices Of Animals, The Sounds Of Trees, The Murmurings Of Water, The Singing Of Birds, The Whistling Of The Wind, Or The Boom Of Thunder, I See In Them Evidence Of Your Unity; I Feel That You Are Supreme Power, Omniscience, Supreme Knowledge, And Supreme Justice. I Recognize You, O God, In The Trials I Am Going Through. May Your Pleasure Be My Pleasure, Too. May I Be Your Joy, The Joy That A Father Feels For A Son. And May I Think Of You Calmly And With Determination, Even When I Find It Hard To Say I Love You.

Then All That Is Needed Is A Little Daring, And His Two Lives Become One.

Today, Writers Want To Impress Other Writers.

Time Does Not Always Pass At The Same Speed. We Are The Ones Who Determine That Speed.