I Write A Thousand Words A Day.

You Make Choices That Are Good And Sound, But The Gods Have Other Plans For You.

I Write A Thousand Words A Day.

A Laotong Relationship Is Made By Choice...when We First Looked In Each Other's Eyes In The Palanquin I Felt Something Special Pass Between Us--like A Spark To Start A Fire Or A Seed To Grow Rice. But A Single Spark Is Not Enough To Warm A Room Nor Is A Single Seed Enough To Grow A Fruitful Crop. Deep Love--true-heart Love--must Grow.

Mama Used To Tell Us A Story About A Cicada Sitting High In A Tree. It Chirps And Drinks In Dew, Oblivious To The Praying Mantis Behind It. The Mantis Arches Up Its Front Leg To Stab The Cicada, But It Doesn't Know An Oriole Perches Behind It. The Bird Stretches Out Its Neck To Snap Up The Mantis For A Midday Meal, But Its Unaware Of The Boy Who's Come Into The Garden With A Net. Three Creatures—the Cicada, The Mantis And The Oriole—all Coveted Gains Without Being Aware Of The Greater And Inescapable Danger That Was Coming.

Read A Thousand Books, And Your Words Will Flow Like A River.