All The World Is Made

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

It Was Something... The Way A Person's Life Picked Up Speed, The Way A Life Was Like A Bullet Aimed At One Final Target, Impossible To Slow Or Turn Aside, And Like The Bullet, You Were Ignorant Of What You Were Going To Hit, Would Never Know Anything Except The Rush And The Impact.

Were Talking About An Attitude. Delayed Gratification Is There, Planning, Be Able To Give Up Something Now To Get Something Later.

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.