Someone Is Always At My

Perhaps Love Is A Compelling Necessity Imposed On Man By God That Has Something To Do With Suffering

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

It Is So Easy To Be Hopeful In The Daytime When You Can See The Things You Wish On. But It Was Night, It Stayed Night. Night Was Striding Across Nothingness With The Whole Round World In His Hands . . . They Sat In Company With The Others In Other Shanties, Their Eyes Straining Against Cruel Walls And Their Souls Asking If He Meant To Measure Their Puny Might Against His. They Seemed To Be Staring At The Dark, But Their Eyes Were Watching God.

Grown People Know That They Do Not Always Know The Why Of Things, And Even If They Think They Know, They Do Not Know Where And How They Got The Proof. Hence The Irritation They Show When Children Keep On Demanding To Know If A Thing Is So And How The Grown Folks Got The Proof Of It. It Is So Troublesome Because It Is Disturbing To The Pigeonhole Way Of Life.

There's Two Things Everybody Got To Find Out For Themselves: They Got To Find Out About Love, And They Got To Find Out About Living. Now, Love Is Like The Sea. It's A Moving Thing. And It's Different On Every Shore. And Living... Well... There Are Years That Ask Questions And Years That Answer.