To Sing With The Voice Of Angels

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.

Just When I Think I Have Learned The Way To Live, Life Changes.

Very Seldom Will A Person Give Up On Himself. He Continues To Have Hope Because He Knows He Has The Potential For Change. He Tries Again - Not Just To Exist, But To Bring About Those Changes In Himself That Will Make Life Worth Living. Yet People Are Very Quick To Give Up On Friends, And Especially On Their Spouses, To Declare Them Hopeless, And To Either Walk Away Or Do Nothing More Than Resign Themselves To A Bad Situation.

There Is A Time To Let Things Happen And A Time To Make Things Happen.

I Can Not 'make My Mark' For All Time - Those Concepts Are Mutually Exclusive. 'lasting Effect' Is A Self-contradictory Term. Meaning Does Not Exist In The Future And Neither Do I. Nothing Will Have Meaning 'ultimately.' Nothing Will Even Mean Tomorrow What It Did Today. Meaning Changes With The Context. My Meaningfulness Is Here. It Is Enough That I Am Of Value To Someone Today. It Is Enough That I Make A Difference Now.