None Of Us Can Choose The Manner

Love Is A Mystery. We Embrace It Where We Can. Mostly We Do Not Choose Whom We Love. It Just Happens. A Voice Speaks To Us, In Ways The Ears Cannot Hear. We Recognize A Beauty The Eye Does Not See. We Experience A Change In Our Hearts That No Voice Can Describe.

Every Man Has His Own Reason For Every Deed. Usually It Is Selfish.

Why Now? Why Not? Live Or Die, A Man And A Woman Need Love. There Is A Need In The Race. We Need To Share. To Belong. Perhaps You Will Die Before The Year Is Out. But Remember This: To Have May Be Taken From You, To Have Had Never. Far Better To Have Tasted Love Before Dying, Than To Die Alone.

Our Modern World, Though Infinitely More Complex Than That Of Ancient Greece, Is Also Far More Superficial. Where The Greeks Offered Simple Psychological Training, We Live In An Age Of Style And Spin In Which Perceptions Of Good And Evil Slither And Shift With The Political View Of The Moment.

Every Little Bit Of Good I May Do, Let Me Do It Now For I May Not Come This Way Again.