There's Lots Of Law These Days, But

The Desire To Write Well Can Never Be Fulfilled Without Hard Work.

The Snow Did Not Even Whisper Its Way To Earth, But Seemed To Salt The Night With Silence.

There's Still A Fascination With Somebody Who Can Write At Book Length, No Matter What The Book Is.

The World Is Full Of Broken People. Splints, Casts, Miracle Drugs, And Time Can't Mend Fractured Hearts, Wounded Hearts, Wounded Minds, Torn Spirits.

As Individuals, As Families, As Neighbors, As Members Of One Community, People Of All Races And Political Views Are Usually Decent, Kind, Compassionate. But In Large Corporations Or Governments, When Great Power Accumulates In Their Hands, Some Become Monsters Even With Good Intentions.