You Have Peace," The Old

Man Wants To Own His Existence. But No One Owns Time.

Accept Who You Are; And Revel In It.

Everyone Knows They Re Going To Die,' He Said Again, 'but Nobody Believes It. If We Did, We Would Do Things Differently.

And In That Line Now Was A Whiskered Old Man, With A Linen Cap And A Crooked Nose, Who Waited In A Place Called The Stardust Band Shell To Share His Part Of The Secret Of Heaven: That Each Affects The Other And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

If We Knew What Comes Next, We Never Would Have Worried.