To Me, It's A Great Day Every

My Books Are Inert As Cordwood Till A Readers Imagination Ignites One And An Old Flame Jumps To Life.

Punctuationally Speaking, Wonder Is A Period At The End Of A Statement We've Long Taken For Granted, Suddenly Looking Up And Seeing The Sinuous Curve Of A Tall Black Hat On Its Head, And Realizing It Was A Question Mark All Along.

I Started Having Doubts Right On Top Of My Certainty.

The Environment, What Surrounds You, Is So Alive And Delightful And Complex.

The Fundamentalists Of Every Faith Remain Blind To The Truth That The “sigh Within The Prayer Is The Same In The Heart Of The Christian, The Muslim, And The Jew.” I Have Seen This Unity With My Eyes, Heard It With My Ears, Felt It With All My Being.