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Country Roads, Take Me Home by John Denver

I made a big decision a little while ago.

I don't remember what it was, which prob'ly goes to show

That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential

Even though it often might appear inconsequential.

I must have been distracted when I left my home because

Left or right I 'm sure I went. (I wonder which it was!)

Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction

Utterly absorbed, it seems, in quiet introspection.

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray.

And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

(From (c) The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson)

What a wonderful world....

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do

They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll never know

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

(Louis Armstrong)

It's a magical world....

(c) Bill Watterson

Poignantly, the last strip of Calvin and Hobbes. It is a magical world - a world full of new possibilities.

The Freedom of Being....

Mission Church, Santa Barbara, CA, USA; October 2007

For all on their innermost journeys towards the freedom of being.

Often, it so happens, that, we cage ourselves by our actions, thoughts, passions, limitations, and experiences, only to start yearning to break free.

I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.

(from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand)

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah. (Richard Bach)