For Weeks Tyrone Thought He Was Going

There's A Sorrow And Pain In Everyone's Life, But Every Now And Then There's A Ray Of Light That Melts The Loneliness In Your Heart And Brings Comfort Like Hot Soup And A Soft Bed.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

I Think The Function Of Suffering Is To Let Me Know That My Perception Is Skewed; What I’m Doing Is Judging Natural Events In Such A Way That I Am Creating Suffering Within Myself. For Instance, You Have Pain Over Certain Conditions, Certain Situations That Occur. And If You Just Say ‘ok, Here I Am, I’m Going To Experience The Pain,’ You Don’t Suffer. The Resistance And The Degree Of The Resistance To The Natural Phenomenon Of Life Causes Tremendous Suffering.

I've Always Felt Alienated. I Realized That I've Been Terrified My Entire Life. So I Can Identify That Fear Which Drives So Many Of The People That I Write About.