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Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will Settle. Your Water Will Be Clear.

They Had Dreams But They Called Them Dreams Because They Were Unrelated To Reality, They Were A Distant Unknown, An Impossibility, They Would Never Come True.

There Is No Such Things As God's Word On Earth. Or If There Is It Is Not To Be Found In Books. -then Where Is It To Be Found?- In Love. In The Laughter Of Children. In A Gift Given. In A Life Saved. In The Quiet Of Morning. In The Dead Of Night. In The Sound Of The Ocean, Or The Sound Of A Car. It Can Be Found In Anything, Anywhere. It Is The Fabric Of Our Lives, Our Feelings, The People We Live With, Things We Know To Be Real.

My Life Has Been Like All The Lives, Long And Hard And Full Of Sadness And Confusion And Horror, A Frightening, Difficult Dream Punctuated By Brief Moments Of Joy. And As Is The Case With All People's Lives, The Moments Of Joy Are Never Often Enough And Never Long Enough.

Take The Risk And Do Whatever You Can Do And Try Not To Get Caught. If You Do Get Caught, Do It Again.