Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

To Lie, Of Course, Is To Engender Insanity.

The Complaints Of The Child In Us Will Never Cease Lamenting Until It Is Consoled, Answered, Understood. Only Then Will It Lie Still In Us, Like Our Fears. It Will Die In Peace And Leave Us What The Child Leaves To The Man - The Sense Of Wonder.

Life Is What We Make It, Always Has Been, Always Will Be...including Our Perception. Of It