I Talk Because I Feel, And I

Live As If Everything You Do Will Eventually Be Known.

Love, The Magician, Knows This Little Trick Whereby Two People Walk In Different Directions Yet Always Remain Side By Side.

Whenever I Find Myself Arguing For Something With Great Passion, I Can Be Certain I'm Not Convinced.

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.

Just When I Think I Have Learned The Way To Live, Life Changes And I Am Left The Same. The More Things Change The More I Am The Same. I Am What I Started With, And When It Is All Over I Will Be All That Is Left Of Me.