We Grow Despite The Horror That We

I Long For The Time When All Human History Is Taught As One History, Because It Really Is.

The World Had Taken A Deep Breath And Was Having Doubts About Continuing To Revolve.

I Had Read A Tale Of Two Cities And Found It Up To My Standards As A Romantic Novel. She Opened The First Page And I Heard Poetry For The First Time In My Life...her Voice Slid In And Curved Down Trough And Over The Words. She Was Nearly Singing.

Anger Is Like Fire. It Burns All Clean.

When A Person Is Going Through Hell, And She Encounters Someone Who Went Through Hellish Hell And Survived, Then She Can Say, 'mine Is Not So Bad As All That. She Came Through, And So Can I.'