It Was Morning, And The New Sun

Your Conscience Is The Measure Of The Honesty Of Your Selfishness. Listen To It Carefully.

For A Moment, Off Balance, Was I Annoyed? Anger Is Always Fear, I Thought, And Fear Is Always Fear Of Loss. Would I Lose Myself If He Made Those Choices? It Took A Second To Settle Down: I'd Lose Nothing. They'd Be His Wishes, Not Mine, And He's Free To Live As He Wants. The Loss Would Come If I Dared Force Him, Tried To Live For Him And Me As Well. There'd Be Disaster Worse Than Life On A Bar Stool.

The Creative, Loving-something Life Is Also The Healthy One. There Is Healing And Protection In Doing What Makes You Happy.

The Original Sin Is To Limit The Is. Don't.

With Every Choice You Risk The Life You Would Have Had; With Every Decision, You Lose It.