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It Is The Mind That Speaks A Woman's Heart, Not The Vaginal Walls.

The Way I See It, Being Dead Is Not Terribly Far Off From Being On A Cruise Ship. Most Of Your Time Is Spent Lying On Your Back. The Brain Has Shut Down. The Flesh Begins To Soften. Nothing Much New Happens, And Nothing Is Expected Of You.

Worry Lives A Long Way From Rational Thought."---self

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.

In My Experience, The Most Staunchly Held Views Are Based On Ignorance Or Accepted Dogma, Not Carefully Considered Accumulations Of Facts. The More You Expose The Intricacies And Realtities Of The Situation, The Less Clear-cut Things Become.