I Am Not A Teacher. I Am

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

Let Him That Is Without Stone Among You Cast The First Thing He Can Lay His Hands On.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.