Doesn't really much matter what you believe, it's a beautiful story. This little baby is born in a barn surrounded by the animals. So this guy who started life homeless grows up to be the Prince Of Peace.
Maybe all that separates us at all is the movie that plays in each of our minds. I'm starting to think that the individual bodies don't mean a thing. We're all one except for what we put together in our heads.
If you can't do anything over I suppose that doing it better next time around is the best alternative. It's not what you've done, it's what you're gonna do. I've got so much love in my heart that it's clogging my arteries.
The holidays are here and I've never seen the country sadder. This is a season for children. If you're not a kid, you're thinking about kids; you're remembering. You've got one weapon here. Love. Use it. Help others find some.
It's pretty hard to know that you have a good grip on reality if you can't settle on what reality is. If all of my lessons are gonna be about loss from here on out, then I would just as soon quit learning any.
Of course I know that the heart is not where all the romance happens. It's really just a messy muscle that pumps the blood. It feels like it all goes on in there, though.
Hate and distrust are hardwired into us as part of our survival package. If everyone could be trusted with our hearts and our wallets we would have nothing to defend. As in any disarmament program no one wants to be the first to lay down his weapon. We get rid of the troublemakers. John Lennon, Dr. King, Gandhi.