It's Not The Gods But Our Own

I Need My Natural Laziness To Be Counteracted By Obsession In Order To Do Anything.

All Over India, All Over The World, As The Sun Or The Shadow Of Darkness Moves From East To West, The Call To Prayer Moves With It, And People Kneel Down In A Wave To Pray To God. Five Waves Each Day - One For Each Namaaz - Ripple Across The Globe From Longitude To Longitude. The Component Elements Change Direction, Like Iron Filings Near A Magnet - Towards The House Of God In Mecca.

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

God Save Us From People Who Mean Well.

I'm Not Sure Anyone Can Understand A Whole Life, Even Their Own.