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Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you.

I bruise easily and sometimes I can__ stop bleeding.

There's a story behind every Bookworm"!

The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.

Future belongs to those who live with hopes and dreams, act on those dreams and hopes until those are a reality.

And then also, again, still, what are those boundaries, if they__e not baselines, that contain and direct its infinite expansion inward, that make tennis like chess on the run, beautiful and infinitely dense? The true opponent, the enfolding boundary, is the player himself. Always and only the self out there, on court, to be met, fought, brought to the table to hammer out terms. The competing boy on the net__ other side: he is not the foe: he is more the partner in the dance. He is the what is the word excuse or occasion for meeting the self. As you are his occasion. Tennis__ beauty__ infinite roots are self-competitive. You compete with your own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game: break through limits: transcend: improve: win. Which is why tennis is an essentially tragic enterprise_ You seek to vanquish and transcend the limited self whose limits make the game possible in the first place. It is tragic and sad and chaotic and lovely. All life is the same, as citizens of the human State: the animating limits are within, to be killed and mourned, over and over again_Mario thinks hard again. He__ trying to think of how to articulate something like: But then is battling and vanquishing the self the same as destroying yourself? Is that like saying life is pro-death? _ And then but so what__ the difference between tennis and suicide, life and death, the game and its own end?

Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.

Actually, all the life we keep deceiving eachother. Because, life is too short to hate someone.

We spend the first half of our lives making ourselves sick, and the second half of our lives trying to make ourselves un-sick._ _ Kevin W. Reese

Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script?

The brave soldiers die. The cowards survive and write the history.

Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-black sky.

You seem more...optimistic than usual," I observed. "I haven't seen you like this before.""Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in pictures, and experiencing it?

Independence means.. enjoying freedom and empowering others too to let them do so.

Money, food, and sex are overrated. They become attachments that enslave the untrained mind. Freedom has no cravings._ _ Kevin W. Reese

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.[..] It makes you ache...you'll make any promise,swear any oath. For one...perfect...unsoiled taste

If you are not innovating, you are deteriorating.

Someone has done something for us. Something that we can never forget. Something that we can't do again even for our own selves.