Your Heart Is Alive. Keep Listening To

I Only Write To Understand Myself Better... I Don't Try To Show How Intelligent Or How Cultivated I Am, I Just Try To Share My Soul. Sharing Is Part Of Life.

Terror, Terror, Terror. Life Was A Reign O Terror In The Shadow Of The Guillotine.

Certain Things Are So Important That They Need To Be Discovered Alone.

Why Do We Have To Listen To Our Hearts?” The Boy Asked, When They Had Made Camp That Day. “because, Wherever Your Heart Is, That Is Where You’ll Find Your Treasure.” “but My Heart Is Agitated,” The Boy Said. “it Has Its Dreams, It Gets Emotional, And It’s Become Passionate Over A Woman Of The Dessert. It Asks Things Of Me, And It Keeps Me From Sleeping Many Nights When I’m Thinking About Her.” “well, That’s Good. Your Heart Is Alive. Keep Listening To What It Has To Say.

As He Looked Up At The Clouds Or Down At The Precipice, He Realized That This Woman Was The Most Important Thing In His Life; That She Was The Explanation, The Sole Reason For The Existence Of Those Rocks, That Sky, That Winter. If She Were Not There With Him, It Wouldn't Matter If All The Angels Of Heaven Came Flying Down To Comfort Him--paradise Would Make No Sense.