Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

I Keep Thinking, We Teach Children To Use Language To Solve Their Disputes. We Teach Them Not To Hit And Fight And Bite. Then Look What Adults Do!

I Want To Be Famous In The Way A Pulley Is Famous, Or A Buttonhole, Not Because It Did Anything Spectacular, But Because It Never Forgot What It Could Do.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.