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To Ponder Is Not To Brood Or Grieve Or Even Meditate. It Is To Wonder At A Deep Level.

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

Remember, Most Of Us Got Something For Nothing The First Time Just By Showing Up Here At Birth. Now We Have To Qualify.

Almost Anything Can Be Dealt With If People Are Of Good Will And Light Hearts And Strong Values.

Even If Your Watch Is Full Of Diamonds The Hour Is Still 60 Minutes