Welcome in my glass room.. Where words are shattered into meaning. Where sun glistens of the stained glass walls... Where truth holds no greater value than moments passed...

Not only is there often a right and wrong, but what goes around does come around, Karma exists, chickens do come home to roost, and as my mother, Phyllis, liked to say, “There is always a day of reckoning.” The good among the great understand that every choice we make adds to the strength or weakness of our spirits—ourselves, or to use an old fashioned word for the same idea, our souls. That is every human’s life work: to construct an identity bit by bit, to walk a path step by step, to live a life that is worthy of something higher, lighter, more fulfilling, and maybe even everlasting.

It gives meaning and value to your life and also helps you have a better understanding of who you are and where you came from.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense

If you have enough time to waste, try giving it to someone who have moments to live.

Anything is possible, when you are prepared to do anything to achieve the impossible...