As we know, forgiveness of oneself is the hardest of all the forgivenesses.
As long as one keeps searching, the answers will come.
Peace might sell, but who's buying?
My father was a physicist and also an activist. My first public protest was with my dad at Stanford. I came by all that honestly.
You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.
Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.