Maybe, If We Just Accepted Our Deaths,

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.

I Find Myself Seeking Out The Commonalities Of Our Different Religious Experiences With Hopes Of Encouraging, Through My Writings, The Most Hopeful, Loving And Redemptive Qualities In All Of Us.

Everyone Who Got To Where They Are Had To Begin Where They Were.

Like All Living Things, Love, Too, Struggles Against Hardship, And In The Process Sheds Its Fatuous Skin To Expose One Composed Of More Than Just A Storm Of Emotion-one Of Loyalty And Divine Friendship. And Though It May Be Temporarily Blinded By Adversity, It Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time- While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.