Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?

Like the fern which is seedless but doesn’t lack seeds the universe (that cannot be named… is meaningless

Having finally found my place I am ready for anything And everything Don’t worry– There’s a place for anyone

We’ll never win a power struggle But that’s never stopped us trying And we always end up tying Because our fates are tied togethe…

God’s not buying it Until you own it– Are we clear?

The three day seminar culminated with walking across smooth sea glass and still cutting our feet

If you cut off an arm you are left with a stump to which you affix a prosthetic If you cut off a face you are left with a mask

I was born in the summer of my 47th year coming home to a place my mazel’d ever been before

Women are attracted to men who tak… Because it’s the best possible clu… That he would risk his life for he…

What is the culture war really bei… The battlefield is littered with c… Those clues are our dead bodies That still walk And talk

Note that the male tes– tes are exactly the size of small potatoes

We don’t have to take care of our… But we have no choice God doesn’t have to be with us But He always is– The choice is ours

Is it live? Let’s go to instant replay For constant analysis While we wait and see And while we wait for it

A meaning than which nothing greater can be conceived must exist; it’s up to each of us to find it

In life We all have brushes with death Leaving wounds That either become scars Or beauty marks