To Those Who Would Use Intelligence In

Hope Is An Adventure, A Going Forward, A Confident Search For A Rewarding Life.

Listening Is A Magnetic And Strange Thing, A Creative Force. The Friends Who Listen To Us Are The Ones We Move Toward. When We Are Listened To, It Creates Us, Makes Us Unfold And Expand.

It Is Hard For A Free Fish To Understand What Is Happening To A Hooked One.

When A Trout Rising To A Fly Gets Hoooked On A Line And Finds Himself Unable To Swim About Freeely, He Begins With A Fight Which Results In Struggles And Splashes And Sometimes An Escape. Often, Of Course, The Situation Is Too Tough For Him. In The Same Way The Human Being Struggles With His Environment And With The Hooks That Catch Him. Sometimes He Masters His Difficulties; Sometimes They Are Too Much For Him. His Struggles Are All That The World Sees And It Naturally Misunderstands Them. It Is Hard For A Free Fish To Understand What Is Happening To A Hooked One.

To "know Thyself" Must Mean To Know The Malignancy Of One's Own Instincts And To Know, As Well, One's Power To Deflect It.