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Respect both what you need to know and what you don't need to know. Respect mystery, for mystery is still needed to run the universe.

Sometimes we make being happy so difficult.And being thankful such a chore. Starting the day like a job we hate. Beginning it like swallowing ten tablespoons of devil made cough syrup.Because, somehow, along the way, we forget that being alive and healthy and happy are noble goals _ or just good ideas.And that the opposite of being alive is being dead. What a choice.

You haven't seen a thing until you've seen this man fight. My sword is sharp. My heart strong. My spirit ferocious - and I am going to live. Let the swords clash. Let the fight begin.

If You Don't Believe the Numbers and Believe in Your Spirit, then You're Ageless.

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.

Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed _ for it__ good every now and then to be overwhelmed.

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don__.

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends. I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness . . .

I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

I travel not only for the passion and madness and desire of movement, but because travel, like bread and water and air, becomes necessary to a life fully dreamed and lived.

Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water__ edge, diving into summer__ heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore . . .

Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility - but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

I promise to dream with you both great dreams and small dreams. To ask your counsel in times of uncertainty. To honor your silence when you seek to be alone. To be ever wondrous at your curiosities and revelations. And to be ever rejuvenated by your passions . . .

The things you don't know or understand are as important as your desire to know them. This is the relationship of man to mystery.