The Chance To Choose Wisdom

I fell asleep and dreamed William, Sean and Hans were streaming from this somewhat quaint 1890 granite mini-mansion I owned with my ex-wife back in Helena, MT. It was a beautiful summer day, the yard and garden were perfect, the balcony doors were open... then the men in black uniforms showed up and took us all to the station downtown, where Epstein was having cake in a side office next to the main intake. They were just holding us there, so I started walking down the corridor, poking my head in offices asking if they brought us there to meet Jeffrey, because we did, so I was leaving...

It was the same feeling I had when a little girl once rolled her eyes after I told her I love Jesus, because she knew implicitly I'd probably never take to sleeping in a cardboard box to follow him.

We live in a world where people start wars to keep true stories off the back fold of a newspaper. It's not just care that dies here. Whatever and wherever truth, faith and justice is rewarded, this is the place where we die to the chance to choose wisdom.

If I don't meet you no more in this world then uh
I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late
Don't be late!

Now mister, the day my number comes in
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again.