The World Is Certainty A Sudden Place.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

To Know Who You Are, You Have To Have A Place To Come From.

Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of Any Climbing.

But You Haven't Never Loved God Nor Even Nair Person. You Hard And Tough As Cowhide. But Just The Same I Knows You. This Afternoon You Going To Roam All Over The Place Without Never Being Satisfied. You Going To Traipse All Around Like You Haves To Find Something Lost. You Going To Work Yourself Up With Excitement. Your Heart Going To Beat Hard Enough To Kill You Because You Don't Love And Don't Have Peace. And Then Some Day You Going To Bust Loose And Be Ruined.

Imagination Takes Humility, Love And Great Courage.