He Once Told Me That An August

But Victimhood Was Seductive, A Release From Responsibility And Caring. Fear Would Be Transmuted Into Weary Resignation; Failure Would No Longer Generate Guilt But, Instead, Would Spawn A Comforting Self-pity.

Being Paid Well For Something You Love To Do - It's A Grace.

We Are All The Walking Wounded In A World That Is A War Zone. Everything We Love Will Be Taken From Us, Everything, Last Of All Life Itself. Yet Everywhere I Look, I Find Great Beauty In This Battlefield, And Grace And The Promise Of Joy.

...like A Scene From The Swamps Of Louisiana Or The Mind Of Poe On Opium.

What Will Happen Will Happen. There Is Time For Miracles Until There Is No More Time, But Time Has No End.