In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.

Did He give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me did He give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man?

Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.

Most people think it's the other way around: that time is going faster and we're doing less. But really time seems to be going faster because we're cramming so much into it.

As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn't see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more.

And as an afterthought, this too must be told: Some people have taken pure bullshit and turned it into gold.

The youth of this country are not behind what is going on. We all know that. If you looked at a [political] map of the United States 25 and under, it's all-revealing. It's a unified map.