I Remember A Time When It Was

Knowledge That Takes You, Not Beyond Yourself Is Far Worse Than Ignorance.

What I’m Saying Is, My Friends, One Ought To Be Able To Let Go. If A Path Does Not Please Us, Instead Of Insisting On Going That Specific Way, Of Making Our Selfishness The Guide, We Ought To Forsake. The Books We Cannot Write, The Films We Cannot Shoot, The Projects We Cannot Develop, The Jobs We Cannot Pursue And The People Who No Longer Love Us. Being Able To Let Go, At Times, Is The Most Beautiful Of All!

Do Not Go With The Flow. Be The Flow.

God Is A Meticulous Clockmaker. So Precise Is His Order That Everything On Earth Happens In Its Own Time. Neither A Minute Late Nor A Minute Early. And For Everyone Without Exception, The Clock Works Accurately. For Each There Is A Time To Love And A Time To Die.

One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.