Food Is Music To The Body, Music

The Past Reflects Eternally Between Two Mirrors - The Bright Mirror Of Words And Deeds, And The Dark One, Full Of Things We Didn't Do Or Say.

But The Soul Has No Culture. The Soul Has No Nations. The Soul Has No Colour Or Accent Or Way Of Life. The Soul Is Forever. The Soul Is One. And When The Heart Has Its Moment Of Truth And Sorrow, The Soul Can't Be Stilled.

Some Of The Worst Wrongs, Were Caused By People Who Tried To Change Things.

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

Ask People For Help. You'll Be All Right. Don't Worry. It's A Great Adventure, Your Life, And It Has Only Just Begun.