The Injury That We Do To A

Foolish Heart, Hear Me Calling. Stop Before You Start Falling. Foolish Heart, Heed My Warning; You've Been Wrong Before. Don't Be Wrong Anymore.

He'd Once Heard A Story About A Monastery On The Top Of Some Mountain In Japan Or Somewhere. After A Long Trek In The Cold To Get There, The Monks Would Offer To Sell You A Cup Of Coffee. You Had A Choice: There Was A Two-dollar Cup - Or A Two-hundred- Dollar Cup. When Pressed To Explain The Difference, The Monks Were Reported To Say, 'a Hundred And Ninety-eight Dollars.'

The Injury That We Do To A Man Must Be Such That We Need Not Fear His Vengeance.

He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not So Many That He Would Lose Any Sleep Over Them. Life Surprised Him Now And Then And He Didn't Much Care For Surprises, Unless He Was Passing Them Out. But - What Was To Be Done? You Had To Deal With The Reality, He Had Learned That Over The Years, No Matter How Much You Didn't Like It

I'm So Hard On Myself. I Play These Sketches In My Computer For Friends And They Say 'gee Whiz, The Vocal's Beautiful.' I Hear, 'it Needs To Be Better.'