In A Forest Of A Hundred Thousand

Possibly. Basically,everything That Happens In Our Life Is Our Fault And Ours Alone. A Lot Of People Go Through The Same Difficulties We Went Through, And They React Completely Differently. We Looked For The Easiest Way Out: A Separate Reality.

As She Had Been Walking From The Ward To That Room, She Had Felt Such Pure Hatred That Now She Had No More Rancor Left In Her Heart. She Had Finally Allowed Her Negative Feelings To Surface, Feelings That Had Been Repressed For Years In Her Soul. She Had Actually Felt Them, And They Were No Longer Necessary, They Could Leave.

It's Daylight, The Sky Is Cloudy, And Human Beings Believe That Beyond The Clouds Lives An All-powerful God, Guiding The Fate Of Men. Meanwhile, Look At Your Son, Look At Your Feet, Listen To The Sounds Around You: Down Here Is The Mother, So Much Closer, Bringing Joy To Children And Energy To Those Who Walk Over Her Body. Why Do People Prefer To Believe In Something Far Away And Forget What Is There Before Their Eyes, A True Manifestation Of The Miracle?

Assuming, As You Grow Older, That You're The Guardian Of The World's Wisdom, Even If You Haven't Necessarily Lived Enough To Know What's Right And Wrong.

The Lake Was Silent For Some Time. Finally, It Said: "i Weep For Narcissus, But I Never Noticed That Narcissus Was Beautiful. I Weep Because, Each Time He Knelt Beside My Banks, I Could See, In The Depths Of His Eyes, My Own Beauty Reflected.