In Effect I Am Not

Everything In This World Can Volunteer Some Reply, What Takes Up Time Is Posing The Questions.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write.

Perhaps It Is The Language That Chooses The Writers It Needs, Making Use Of Them So That Each Might Express A Tiny Part Of What It Is.

Jeronimo, My Grandfather, Swine-herder And Story-teller, Feeling Death About To Arrive And Take Him, Went And Said Goodbye To The Trees In The Yard, One By One, Embracing Them And Crying Because He Knew He Wouldn't See Them Again. To Truly Appreciate Life We Must Remember That Nothing Lasts For Ever And Take Nothing We Enjoy For Granted. In So Doing We Stay Grateful And Happy For All Our Good Fortune.

Today's Bread Does Not Eliminate Yesterday's Hunger, Much Less That Of Tomorrow.