I had a dream about you. We were in a canoe and we were paddling across the desert. You said you were thirsty and I pointed to the sand that surrounded us and said No I will not urinate in your mouth. At that point I woke up because I realized I really had to peeand get a drink of water.

I remember when I was twenty-five he said. No client comes to you when youre twenty-five. Its like when you are looking for a doctor. You dont want the new one that just graduated. You dont want the very old one the one shaking the one twenty years past his prime. You want the seasoned one who has done it so many times he can do it in his sleep though. Same thing with attorneys.

I had a dream about you. You winked at me and said the meats fresh and I didnt know which meat you were referring to. So I zipped up my pants and left the Mens room in a hurry. Id rather buy my thinly sliced beef somewhere else.

Dear Heavenly Father We pray for those who are living silence locked in the room of depression to where they are taking their own lives. This is the enemy trying to take souls away before they can hear The Word and accept it. We pray for a breakthrough and a releasing from the enemies grip and that the spirit of depression is sent back into the pits of hell where it belongs We call it done right now in the MIGHTY name of Jesus we pray amen.

But what a feeling can come over a man just from seeing the things he believes in and hopes for symbolized in the concrete form of a man. In something that gives a focus to all the other things he knows to be real. Something that makes unseen things manifest and allows him to come to his hopes and dreams through his outer eye and through the touch and feel of his natural hand.

You are to make your own way prosperous...Even God cannot do it for you you will have to do it yourself by doing the right things taking right decisions talking right thinking right being at the right place with the right-kind of people and by reading the right materials.

Four times during the first six days they were assembled and briefed and then sent back. Once they took off and were flying in formation when the control tower summoned them down. The more it rained the worse they suffered. The worse they suffered the more they prayed that it would continue raining. All through the night men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars. All through the day they looked at the bomb line on the big wobbling easel map of Italy that blew over in the wind and was dragged in under the awning of the intelligence tent every time the rain began. The bomb line was a scarlet band of narrow satin ribbon that delineated the forward most position of the Allied ground forces in every sector of the Italian mainland.For hours they stared relentlessly at the scarlet ribbon on the map and hated it because it would not move up high enough to encompass the city.When night fell they congregated in the darkness with flashlights continuing their macabre vigil at the bomb line in brooding entreaty as though hoping to move the ribbon up by the collective weight of their sullen prayers. I really cant believe it Clevinger exclaimed to Yossarian in a voice rising and falling in protest and wonder. Its a complete reversion to primitive superstition. Theyre confusing cause and effect. It makes as much sense as knocking on wood or crossing your fingers. They really believe that we wouldnt have to fly that mission tomorrow if someone would only tiptoe up to the map in the middle of the night and move the bomb line over Bologna. Can you imagine You and I must be the only rational ones left.In the middle of the night Yossarian knocked on wood crossed his fingers and tiptoed out of his tent to move the bomb line up over Bologna.

Walking down the path of dreams inner-self and listening to your heart are all different names given to your hidden scripts.

I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers and Camille confided that shed done penance for stories - stories that Ill never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. Shed wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams a secret from my dreams I hadnt had as yet and so I didnt quite understand what she was after.Its about feeling Camille had insisted.I didnt understand then that she was talking about risk.

Ive always seen this in you ever since you were a little girl this hunger to love other people into their highest selves and its what has made me irreversibly and just so forever in love with you.