Ask Yourself Not If This Or That

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.

It Was Not His Habit To Dwell On What Could Have Been, But What Could Never Be.

Ask Yourself Not If This Or That Is Expedient, But If It Is Right.

Because Life Slips Away, And Because I Need For The Rest Of My Journey A Star That Will Not Play False To Me, A Compass That Will Not Lie.

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey, A Terrible Journey. But, Sorrow Is At Least An Arriving.