The Sweat Of Hard Work Is Not

Do The Right Thing By Whoever Crosses Your Path. Those Coincidental People Are Your People.

And I Had To Get Out Of Hating Range.

In A Time Of Destruction, Create Something.

I Learned To Make My Mind Large, As The Universe Is Large, So That There Is Room For Paradoxes.

Before We Can Leave Our Parents, They Stuff Our Heads Like The Suitcases Which They Jam-pack With Homemade Underwear.