Every Little Bit Of Good I May

None Of Us Can Choose The Manner Of Our Passing.

Life Is Not So Simple. There Are Many Futures. The Life Of A Single Person Is Like A Great Tree: Every Branch, Every Twig, Every Leaf Is A Possible Future.

They Dont Understand What Real Treasure Is. They See It In Gold And Copper, And Tin. They See In Herds Of Horses Or Cattle. They Gather Treasures To Themselves, Building Great Storehouses, Which They Guard Ferociously. Then They Die. What Good Is It Then?

An Enemy Is Like A Man's Most Prized Flower. It Brings Him Joy To See It Buried In The Ground.

You Do Not Convince Me. You Rationalize Your Actions And Because The Result Is Favorable You Become Right.