And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The

In The Vaults Of Our Hearts And Brains, Danger Waits. All The Chambers Are Not Lovely, Light And High. There Are Holes In The Floor Of The Mind, Like Those In A Medieval Dungeon Floor - The Stinking Oubliettes, Named For Forgetting, Bottle-shaped Cells In Solid Rock With The Trapdoor In The Top. Nothing Escapes From Them Quietly To Ease Us. A Quake, Some Betrayal By Our Safeguards, And Sparks Of Memory Fire The Noxious Gases - Things Trapped For Years Fly Free, Ready To Explode In Pain And Drive Us To Dangerous Behavior.

We Can Only Learn So Much And Live.

Human Emotions Are A Gift From Our Animal Ancestors. Cruelty Is A Gift Humanity Has Given Itself.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth Shut If You Can.