It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe." The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song. "Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb, "I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others, we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

Here's to opening and upward...
and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.