My Quotations

“Never be afraid to step over the shadow of your negativity”

“You can go back to the place but not the time”

“Life is about perception. Not what is but what we perceive it to be”

“We should do everything possible on our part to live in peace with everybody”

“I will have to stop reading all these books. It’s affecting my brain”

“It takes three seconds to say I love you but the effect lasts a lifetime”

“At some time in the human narrative…..in our history, man declared himself superior to women. It must have been an accident, or at least an act of gross stupidity. But that’s men for you”

“Life is about doing things, not having things”

“The pathway to the riches of knowledge is in the reading……..and the doing”

“Our lives have become controlled by the noise of the mass media. The sad thing is that we accept it”

"There are three kinds of people. Those who know. Those who know when they are shown, and those who don’t know at all”

“Perception interpreted unwisely can result in a mistaken conclusion of reality”

“History is just an ongoing commentary on the incompetence of men”

“We dislike and resist change in the foolish assumption that we can make permanent that which makes us feel secure. Yet change is in fact part of the very fabric of our existence”

“There is no such thing as an original idea because there is always a preceding pathway of thought”

Poem

I Wonder When The Seed Is Planted

I look upon the child’s face and see

Innocence - unblemished purity

Translated in looks virtuous

How sweet how incorruptible

Then it happens with measured subtly

The distortion of youthful thought

Insinuated into free

And immature minds

I wonder when the seed is planted

When evil first takes hold

And intolerance evolves

To become scum on the pond of life

Who grants permission to damage the child?

Of youthful purity

The wonderment of adventure

Unfiltered creativity

Is it the sin of the father?

That makes a child loathe

That makes them xenophobic

Racist just like him

When does it take root this hatred?

That enters the child’s mind

To be carried with them always

Fermenting as they grow

Are parents so imbued?

With experiences of the past

That forgiveness is impossible

Bad memories seem to last

So they pass it onto their children

And intolerance lingers on

Licking at the finger of hate

It seems to have no end

I can only pray to you Lord

In the hope that you will hear

The cry that is inside my heart

Please - let understanding in

Feb 08