there’s not a morning i begin without a thousand questions running through my mind, that i don’t try to find the reason and the logic in the world that G-d designed. the reason why a bird was given wings? if not to fly, and praise the sky with every song it sings. what’s right or wrong, where i belong within the scheme of things…if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?
i can walk through the forest of the trees of knowledge and listen to the lesson of the leaves…there are certain things that once you have, no man can take away, no wave can wash away, no wind can blow away…
the more i live, the more i learn, the more i learn, the more i realize the less i know…