Everyone Shares The Same Fate.

It's Exciting Having A Student Who Is Not Used To Expressing Their Emotional Side And Bringing That Out In Them And See That Developing And Helping To Nurture That. That's An Exciting Thing. In A Class Of Fifteen There Are Usually Two Very Good Writers, Equal To Good Student Writers Anywhere In The Country. Those Two Make The Class Wonderful.

Unconditional Love. That’s What He Wants To Give Her And What He Wants From Her. People Should Give Without Wanting Anything In Return. All Other Giving Is Selfish. But He Is Being Selfish A Little, Isn’t He, By Wanting Her To Love Him In Return? He Hopes That She Loves Him In Return. Is It Possible For A Person To Love Without Wanting Love Back? Is Anything So Pure? Or Is Love, By Its Nature, A Reciprocity, Like Oceans And Clouds, An Evaporating Of Seawater And A Replenishing Of Rain?

Although Technology Is Proceeding At A Dizzying Pace, I Believe That The Human Mind Will Always Have Control Of Itself. And Since The Human Mind Has A Degree Of Infinity And Imagination Unlikely To Be Matched By A Machine For A Very, Very Long Time, I Don't Think That We Will Become The Machines Of The Machines.

Some Say It Is Best Not To Go Near The Center Of Time. Life Is A Vessel Of Sadness, But Is Noble To Live Life And Without Time There Is No Life. Others Disagree. They Would Rather Have An Eternity Of Contentment, Even If That Eternity Were Fixed And Frozen, Like A Butterfly Mounted In A Case.

The Book Is Finished By The Reader. A Good Novel Should Invite The Reader In And Let The Reader Participate In The Creative Experience And Bring Their Own Life Experiences To It, Interpret With Their Own Individual Life Experiences. Every Reader Gets Something Different From A Book And Every Reader, In A Sense, Completes It In A Different Way.