Small Kindnesses Often, Unintentionally, Produce The Biggest

There Are Moments, It Would Seem, That Were Created In Cosmic Theater Where We Are Given Strange And Fantastic Tests. In These Times, We Do Not Show Who We Are To God, For Surely He Must Already Know, But Rather To Ourselves.

It's Our Memories That Make Us Who We Are. Without Them, We're Nothing. If That Means We Have To Hurt Sometimes, It's Worth It.

I Have A Penchant For Fresh Notebooks And Mechanical Pencils. It Seems Every Time I Go To The Store, I Buy A New Notebook. I Have Dozens Of Them Just Sitting Around.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn The Bridge We Must Cross To Self-understanding.