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There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. ↗
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. ↗
A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you." The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied simply, "The one you feed. ↗
All right, he thought, okay; if thats the way it is; a savagery of anger in him now at the picture. They call them "pin-up girls" and think its cute how "our boys," now that they're drafted, love to hang them in their wall lockers. And then close up all the whorehouses, every place they can, so our young men will not be contaminated. ↗
Why are you being nice to me?" The suprise on his face suprises me even more. "Because I care about you." he says simply. "You care about me?" The numbness in my body is beginning to dissipate. My blood pressure is rising and anger making its way to the forefron of my consciousness. "I almost killed Jenkins because of you!" "You didn't kill-" "Your soldiers beat me! You keep me here like a prisoner! You threaten me! You threaten to kill me! You give me no freedom and you say you care about me?" I nearly throw the glass of water at his face. "You are a monster!" Warner turns away so I'm staring at his profile. He clasps his hands. Changes his mind. Touches his lips. "I am only trying to help you."¨ "Liar." He seems to consider that Nods, just once. "Yes, most of the time, yes. ↗
Lead me home to your waters where comfort waits for me Take my soul, forgiving Father And cradle the hearts of those who grieve Wipe away the anger and hatred from the world we once knew May your peace of heart Be a blanket May our lives begin anew. Hearts that have been broken Lives that have been torn What can never be forgotten Is now a legacy we face this morn The madness of a moment Can never be erased And the devastation that remains Is shadowed with disgrace Please hold your children as we pray for tomorrow We are all as one As we struggle in a world encased in sorrow ↗
