The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.
Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.