We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean

There Is A Kind Of Expressed Love Which Is Easy To Subvert. When A Figure Is Loved For Their Deeds, Their Conquests, Their Heroism, Their Goodness, Their Love Of The People, These Are Easy Enough To Destroy... But There Is A Kind Of Love Which Is Felt For Apparently No Reason... A Love, Inspired, It Seems, By The Gods, Which It Is Impossible To Fight, Distort, Destroy, Or Weaken. In Fact, The Attempts To Destroy Such Loves Only Strengthen Them. And To Do Nothing Allows Them To Continue To Grow At Their Natural Pace, Inexoribly, Till This Love Becomes A Wide And Silent Adoration.

It Is Easy To Forget How Mysterious And Mighty Stories Are. They Do Their Work In Silence, Invisibly. They Work With All The Internal Materials Of Your Mind And Self. They Become Part Of You While Changing You. Beware The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.

I Learned That Life Will Go Through Changes - Up And Down And Up Again. It's What Life Does.

The Most Authentic Thing About Us Is Our Capacity To Create, To Overcome, To Endure, To Transform, To Love And To Be Greater Than Our Suffering.

In The Beginning There Was A River. The River Became A Road And The Road Branched Out To The Whole World. And Because The Road Was Once A River It Was Always Hungry.