But the very fact that this world is so challenging is exactly why you sometimes must reach out of its jurisdiction for help appealing to a higher authority in order to find your comfort.

This wasnt prayer anyway it was just argument with the gods.Prayer he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Sweet dreams baby he whispered into myhair his arm giving me a squeeze. See you onthe other side.You too Captain I whispered...Lauren and Tate in Sweet Dreams

Remember He WANTS your fellowship and He has done everything possible to make it a reality. He has forgiven your sins at the cost of His own dear Son. He has given you His Word and the priceless privilege of prayer and worship.

it is a heartBreaking sound Amir Jan the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...

Death is a part of Life they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

How to get the best of it all One must conquer achieve get to the top one must know the end to be convinced that one can win the end - to know theres no dream that mustnt be dared. . . Is this the summit crowning the day How cool and quiet Were not exultant but delighted joyful soberly astonished. . . Have we vanquished an enemy None but ourselves. Have we gained success That word means nothing here. Have we won a kingdom No. . . and yes. We have achieved an ultimate satisfaction. . . fulfilled a destiny. . . To struggle and to understand - never this last without the other such is the law. . .

Whats prayer Its shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike if any whos to say Its reaching for a hand you cannot touch. The silence is so fathomless that prayers like plummets vanish into the sea. You beg. You whimper. You load God down with empty praise. You tell him sins that he already knows full well. You seek to change his changeless will. Yet Godric prays the way he breathes for else his heart would wither in his breast. Prayer is the wind that fills his sail. Else drift with witless tides. And sometimes by Gods grace a prayer is heard.

If one does die taking these drugs the death is likely to be very peaceful. Morphia is after all the goddess of dreams.