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I Owe Everything I Am And Everything I Will Ever Be To Books.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.

He Could Not Play The Game Without Hope; Could Not Play The Game Without A Dream. They Had Taken It All Away From Him Now, They Had Turned Away From Him And There Was Nothing For Him Now...he Was Alone And There Was Nothing For Him.

Read Like A Wolf Eats And Write Every Day. Every. Single. Day.