I Kept Looking For A Logic That

Hate Is Love Looking For Itself Everyplace But Where Love Is.

Each Of Us Seems To Have A Main Focus, A Particular Idea Of Practicality - A Concept Of 'what We Want Out Of Life' Against Which We Judge Our Experiences.

In Terms Of Earthly Life As You Understand It, It Is Overly Optimistic To Imagine That Eventually All Illnesses Will Be Conquered, All Relationships Be Inevitably Fulfilling, Or To Foresee A Future In Which All People On Earth Are Treated With Equality And Respect.

Each Mental Act Opens Up A New Dimension Of Actuality. In A Manner Of Speaking, Your Slightest Thought Gives Birth To Worlds.

What Magicians We Are, Turning Darkness Into Light, Transforming Invisible Atoms Into Dazzling Theater Of The World, Pulling Objects, (people As Well As Rabbits) Out Of Secret Microscopic Closets, Turning Winter Into Summer, Making A Palmful Of Moments Disappear Through Time's Trap Door. We Learned The Methods So Long Ago That They're Unconscious, And We've Hypnotized Ourselves Into Believing That We're The Audience, So I Wonder Where We Served Our Apprenticeship. Under What Master Magicians Did We Learn To Form Reality So Smoothly That We Forgot To Tell Ourselves The Secret?