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When Chaos Is The God Of An Era, Clamorous Music Is The Deity's Chief Instrument.

Bad Things Will Happen And Good Things Too. Your Life Will Be Full Of Surprises. Miracles Happen Only Where There Has Been Suffering. So Taste Your Grief To The Fullest. Don’t Try And Press It Down. Don’t Hide From It. Don’t Escape. It Is Life Too. It Is Truth. But It Will Pass And Time Will Put A Strange Honey In The Bitterness. That’s The Way Life Goes.

We Disliked The Rigours Of Existence, The Unfulfilled Longings, The Enshrined Injustices Of The World, The Labyrinths Of Love, The Ignorance Of Parents, The Fact Of Dying, And The Amazing Indifference Of The Living In The Midst Of The Simple Beauties Of The Universe. We Feared The Heartlessness Of Human Beings, All Of Whom Are Born Blind, Few Of Whom Ever Learn To See.

One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father Gave Me - Unintentionally - Was Witnessing The Courage With Which He Bore Adversity. We Had A Bit Of A Rollercoaster Life With Some Really Challenging Financial Periods. He Was Always Unshaken, Completely Tranquil, The Same Ebullient, Laughing, Jovial Man.

Creativity Is The Art Of The Impossible