You Can't Go Feeding Your Hate On

You Can't Go Feeding Your Hate On The Past, It's Not Natural.

Sometimes The Slightest Things Change The Directions Of Our Lives, The Merest Breath Of A Circumstance, A Random Moment That Connects Like A Meteorite Striking The Earth. Lives Have Swiveled And Changed Direction On The Strength Of A Chance Remark.

. . . God Is Too Busy Making The Sun Come Up And Go Down And Watching So The Moon Floats Just Right In The Sky To Be Concerned With Color . . . Only Man Wants Always God Should Be There To Condemn This One And Save That One. Always It Is Man Who Wants To Make Heaven And Hell. God Is Too Busy Training The Bees To Make Honey And Every Morning Opening Up All The New Flowers For Business.

Inside All People There Is Love, Also The Need To Take Care Of The Other Man Who Is His Brother. Inside Everyone Is A Savage, But There Is Also Happening Tenderness And Compassion.

Winning Is A State Of Mind That Embraces Everything You Do.