Thus Another Friendship Was Dashed On The

When I Was Poor And I Complained About Inequality They Said I Was Bitter. Now I'm Rich And I Complain About Inequality They Say I'm A Hypocrite. I'm Starting To Think They Just Don't Want To Talk About Inequality.

Addiction Is A Serious Desease; It Will End With Jail, Mental Institutions Or Death.

In England, We Have Such Good Manners That If Someone Says Something Impolite, The Police Will Get Involved.

If Love Is Something You Cherish, It Is Hard To Glean Much Joy From Death, Even In One's Enemies.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.