The process of thinking is a way of analyzing and making the right assumption at the right moment in life.

The world will and always will be running at the same pace as nowthen and forever.

As we all know life is always moving on.

The Amusement of every second is not a tolerable limit.But as it is now its all set on the highest limits of the sky.Mind Body Spiritlearn Transcend Teach.

When you hear Action do it.When you see ElephantsBelieve in it.When you want to do something do it now.

What a world we are living in.Their is rain for rain light for light and trees for all.

music is for most of the partcan become an ecstasy of the human mind.

... and it was quite a sad thingthe way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it I did not want to blur it but how could I notwhen everything Ive ever known has slowly gone awayand I know by now that thats the way you let the new day in with new roads and views and chances to growbut it was quite a sad thing because I dont want this to ever become then or was and it was quite an unfamiliar thing. The way I took off my shoes again put down my bag and quietly went back to bed slowly between the sheets of moments I dont want to leaveand it was quite a beautiful thing the way you had no idea but still must have known because you did not even open your eyes but turned around and took my hand and you were still asleep breathing in and out like nothing could go wrong but still held my hand like you were glad I didnt leave. Thank you for stayingand it was quite a wonderful thing the way I smiled and so did you sound asleep and thats all I need to know for now. Thats all I want to know for now.

Her eyes were of different colors the left as brown as autumn the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old or thereabouts her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God it seemed had withheld that possibility as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touchedby genius by madness by the Devil or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. p.33

Of all Trees are the beginning of knowledge for they give us the food.