I'm rambling again. Wandering off the point. But this is the true story of my wasted life.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

So we reach into the raging chaos$$$ and we cling to it$$$ and we tell ourselves it has meaning$$$ and that the world is good$$$ and we are not evil$$$ and we will all go home in the end.

We can't help everyone$$$ but everyone can help someone.

Surround yourself with great people; delegate authority; get out of the way.

Don't be afraid to see what you see.

Government's view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves$$$ tax it. If it keeps moving$$$ regulate it. And if it stops moving$$$ subsidize it.