I, Who Called Love My Hope For

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.

Whether She Won Or Lost, She Would Continue To Wrestle With Life. It Would Not Be With Her Own Life Alone But With All Of Life. Something Had Finally Been Released Within Her. And There It Was, The Sea.

I Work Only With Lost And Founds.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.

Today At School I Wrote An Essay About Flag Day Which Was So Beautiful, But Ever So Beautiful - For I Even Used Words Without Really Knowing What They Meant.