I Always Thought My Questions Were Wrong

Having To Struggle Gave Me The Chance To Demonstrate Strength Of Character.

People Are People, Messy And Mutable, Combining Differently With One Another From Day To Day - Even Hour To Hour.

I Always Thought My Questions Were Wrong Questions Because No One Else Asked Them. Maybe No One Thought Of Them. Maybe Darkness Got There First. Maybe I Am The First Light Touching A Gulf Of Ignorance... Maybe My Questions Matter.

I've Taught Sunday School, I've Sung In The Choir, I Directed A Choir.

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.