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Whatever You Do, In The Privacy Of Your Own Rain Shower, Is Your Own Business

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

I Think The Future Is Like Anything Else That's Important. It Has To Be Earned. If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Have A Future At All. And If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Deserve It, We Have To Live In The Present, More Or Less Forever. Or Worse, We Have To Live In The Past. I Think That's Probably What Love Is - A Way Of Earning The Future.

The Only Power That Has Any Real Meaning Is The Power To Better The World.

The Past Reflects Eternally Between Two Mirrors - The Bright Mirror Of Words And Deeds, And The Dark One, Full Of Things We Didn't Do Or Say.