Desire Sets Our Compass, But Real Life

I Believe He Died This Way On Purpose. I Believe He Wanted No Chilling Moments, No One To Witness His Last Breath And Be Haunted By It, The Way He Had Been Haunted By His Mother's Death-notice Telegram Or By His Father's Corpse In The City Morgue.

You've Lived Through A Lot Of Wars, I Said. "yes." Do They Ever Make More Sense? "no.

So, Have We Solved The Secret Of Happiness? "i Believe So," He Said Are You Going To Tell Me? "yes.ready?" Ready. "be Satisfied." That's It? "be Greatful." That's It? "for What You Have.for The Love You Receive.and For What God Has Given You." That's It? He Looked Me In The Eye.then He Sighed Deeply. "that's It.

The Dead Sit At Our Tables Long After They Have Gone.

My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts, Neither Are Your Ways My Ways" From The Book Of Isaiah