How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?