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Monday, August 09, 2010. For centuries mankind has struggled with one overwhelming question. This question has crossed my twice in the last week. How many living, human beings, on earth right now, can say they have found a purpose that they are willing to die for? .
Tuesday, August 09, 2011. While heating up my second piece of corn I started having morbid thoughts. Oh maybe it is because of the non-profit in. A Page From My Notebook. Monday, August 08, 2011. Right to Search and Seizure. This weekend was good, fast and well weird, like our trips usually are. Something always happens while we are making our 6-10 hour trip, time based on final destination. Second I understand the reason, but I also do not a.
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A few words from another wandering soul. Sunday, March 18, 2012. How do we forgive our fathers, maybe in a dream? Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us to often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous, because there never seemed to be any rage there at all. Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying our mothers, for divorcing, or not divorcing our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Noticing.
Pickle is now at long last under the supervision of the child psychiatrist.
I realize now that I am a dreamer, and my dreams I will never abandon. There will always be skies to look at, and stars to wish upon;. And love will touch souls, maybe not mine but that does not matter. For as long as the birds sing and the sky remains blue,. As long as there is rain and sunshine, and silver-cast moonlight,. I will write and dream of things beyond my grasp,. Believe in the morrow and the wonder of these idealistic things.