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I Learned You Can't Trust The Judgment Of Good Friends.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

Tell Him Solitude Is Creative If He Is Strong And The Final Decisions Are Made In Silent Rooms. Tell Him To Be Different From Other People If It Comes Natural And Easy Being Different. Let Him Have Lazy Days Seeking His Deeper Motives. Let Him Seek Deep For Where He Is A Born Natural. Then He May Understand Shakespeare And The Wright Brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday And Free Imaginations Bringing Changes Into A World Resenting Change. He Will Be Lonely Enough To Have Time For The Work He Knows As His Own.

The Drum In A Dream Pounds Loud To The Dreamer.

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.