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Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will Settle. Your Water Will Be Clear.

Not Everyone Who Works Hard Makes Their Dream Come True. You Need Luck And Hard Work And Being In The Right Place At The Right Time But I Still Very Much Believe It's Possible.

The Afternoon And The Early Evening Slide By In A Lidded Daze Where The Ability To Think In Any Identifiable Way Disappears And Where Every Moment Seems To Be An Eternity.

The Promise Of Eternal Life Makes People Forsake The Life They're Given.

Leonard Asks Me If There's Anything I Need To Know Before He Dies, I Think About It For A Minute, Turn To Him, Say What's The Meaning Of Life, Leonard? He Laughs, Says That's An Easy One, My Son, It's Whatever You Want It To Be.