A real love letter is made of insight understanding and compassion. Otherwise its not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.

What is home My favorite definition is a safe place a place where one is free from attack a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. Its a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect instead they need to be honest loving supportive recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.

I told her Id wait forever for her but that was before I found somebody else whod give me a ride home.

For the two of us home isnt a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Today is a new day Let today be the day you free your mind from the prison of self doubt. Your thoughts can either hinder you or propel you to the next level. Precautions are necessary to maintain your safety and well-being. But fear and precautions are two different things. When you are afraid your doubt is increased. Do what makes you happy in order to satisfy the core of your existence. Fear to be afraid of something or someone whether the threat is real or imaginedPrecaution a measure taken in advance to prevent something from happening prudent foresightDoubta feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynchs dreams and his mother was just another one of them

Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone its where you go whenre youre alone its were you go to rest your bones. Its not just where you lay your head its not just where you make your bead. As long as were together does it matter where we go

When reading the history of the Jewish people of their flight from slavery to death of their exchange of tyrants I must confess that my sympathies are all aroused in their behalf. They were cheated deceived and abused. Their god was quick-tempered unreasonable cruel revengeful and dishonest. He was always promising but never performed. He wasted time in ceremony and childish detail and in the exaggeration of what he had done. It is impossible for me to conceive of a character more utterly detestable than that of the Hebrew god. He had solemnly promised the Jews that he would take them from Egypt to a land flowing with milk and honey. He had led them to believe that in a little while their troubles would be over and that they would soon in the land of Canaan surrounded by their wives and little ones forget the stripes and tears of Egypt. After promising the poor wanderers again and again that he would lead them in safety to the promised land of joy and plenty this God forgetting every promise said to the wretches in his powerYour carcasses shall fall in this wilderness and your children shall wander until your carcasses be wasted. This curse was the conclusion of the whole matter. Into this dust of death and night faded all the promises of God. Into this rottenness of wandering despair fell all the dreams of liberty and home. Millions of corpses were left to rot in the desert and each one certified to the dishonesty of Jehovah. I cannot believe these things. They are so cruel and heartless that my blood is chilled and my sense of justice shocked. A book that is equally abhorrent to my head and heart cannot be accepted as a revelation from God.When we think of the poor Jews destroyed murdered bitten by serpents visited by plagues decimated by famine butchered by each other swallowed by the earth frightened cursed starved deceived robbed and outraged how thankful we should be that we are not the chosen people of God. No wonder that they longed for the slavery of Egypt and remembered with sorrow the unhappy day when they exchanged masters. Compared with Jehovah Pharaoh was a benefactor and the tyranny of Egypt was freedom to those who suffered the liberty of God.While reading the Pentateuch I am filled with indignation pity and horror. Nothing can be sadder than the history of the starved and frightened wretches who wandered over the desolate crags and sands of wilderness and desert the prey of famine sword and plague. Ignorant and superstitious to the last degree governed by falsehood plundered by hypocrisy they were the sport of priests and the food of fear. God was their greatest enemy and death their only friend.It is impossible to conceive of a more thoroughly despicable hateful and arrogant being than the Jewish god. He is without a redeeming feature. In the mythology of the world he has no parallel. He only is never touched by agony and tears. He delights only in blood and pain. Human affections are naught to him. He cares neither for love nor music beauty nor joy. A false friend an unjust judge a braggart hypocrite and tyrant sincere in hatred jealous vain and revengeful false in promise honest in curse suspicious ignorant and changeable infamous and hideoussuch is the God of the Pentateuch.

I had a dream about you. You were a meow in a vacuum and I was a bark on carpet. I told your parents Id have you home by ten but that was a lie because you were homeless.

I had a dream about you. We were going to change the world. But instead you changed your clothes and changed your mind about going to the bar so I ended up crying on your sofa until my unicorn arrived to take me home.