Life Is What Happens To Us While

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

People Aren't Wired To Be Alone. Even In The Stressful Population Of Prison, Solitary Confinement Is Still Considered A Cruel Punishment.

Joy Isn't The Natural Response To Blessings - Joy Is What Comes From Acknowledging Them.

Those Willing To Trade Freedom For Certainty Are Certain To Find The Cure Worse Than The Ailment.

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.