You Can't Eat The Orange

He Wants To Live On Through Something - And In His Case, His Masterpiece Is His Son. All Of Us Want That, And It Gets More Poignant As We Get More Anonymous In This World.

If A Person Measures His Spiritual Fulfillment In Terms Of Cosmic Visions, Surpassing Peace Of Mind, Or Ecstasy, Then He Is Not Likely To Know Much Spiritual Fulfillment. If, However, He Measures It In Terms Of Enjoying A Sunrise, Being Warmed By A Child's Smile, Or Being Able To Help Someone Have A Better Day, Then He Is Likely To Know Much Spiritual Fulfillment.

The Witch-hunt Was A Perverse Manifestation Of The Panic Which Set In Among All Classes When The Balance Began To Turn Toward Greater Individual Freedom. The Witch-hunt Was Not, However, A Mere Repression. It Was Also, And As Importantly, A Long Overdue Opportunity For Everyone So Inclined To Express Publicly His Guilt And Sins, Under The Cover Of Accusations Against The Victims.

Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When Willing Eyes Meet And The Nose Warms To Those Old Jungle Scents.

When Today Fails To Offer The Justification For Hope, Tomorrow Becomes The Only Grail Worth Pursuing.