We See What We Believe, Not The

Expectations Are The Engines Of Our Perceptions.

Now: For Those Of You Who Are Lazy I Can Offer No Hope: Death Will Not Bring You An Eternal Resting Place. You May Rest, If This Is Your Wish, For A While. Not Only Must You Use Your Abilities After Death, However, But You Must Face Up To Yourself For Those That You Did Not Use During Your Previous Existence.

The Linchpin Is An Individual Who Can Walk Into Chaos And Create Order, Someone Who Can Invent, Connect, Create, And Make Things Happen. Every Worthwhile Institution Has Indispensable People Who Make Differences Like These.

The Miracle Of Your Being Cannot Escape Itself. Your Thoughts Blossom Into Events. Your Beliefs Grow As Surely In Time And Space As Flowers Do.

Your Intent To Find A Mate Sends Out 'strands Of Consciousness' However, Composed Of Desire And Intent. Like Detectives, These Search The World, Looking In A Completely Different Way Than A Physical Sleuth. The World Is Probed With Your Characteristics In Mind, Seeking For Someone Else With Characteristics That Will Best Suit Your Own.