The Only Power That Has Any Real

The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.

The Voice, Afghan Matchmakers Say, Is More Than Half Of Love.

For This Is What We Do. Put One Foot Forward And Then The Other. Lift Our Eyes To The Snarl And Smile Of The World Once More. Think. Act. Feel. Add Our Little Consequence To The Tides Of Good And Evil That Flood And Drain The World. Drag Our Shadowed Crosses Into The Hope Of Another Night. Push Our Brave Hearts Into The Promise Of A New Day. With Love; The Passionate Search For Truth Other Than Our Own. With Longing; The Pure, Ineffable Yearning To Be Saved. For So Long As Fate Keeps Waiting, We Live On.

So When Will Be The Time To Get On The Train? I Think.....a Little Bit Almost Quite Very Soon And Not Long.

There Is Nothing So Depressing As Good Advice, And I Will Be Pleased If You Do Not Inflict It Upon Me. Frankly, I Am Shocked At You. You Must Know This, Surely? Some Years Ago I Suffered Such An Offensively Gratuitous Piece Of Good Advice That I Was Depressed For Six Months Afterward. It Was A Very Close Call - I Almost Never Recovered.