The night has fallen and the cool dark air has wrapped us once again in a fear that cannot be wished away.

In the morning of the future that does not exist I will awaken in my bed and really luck is all that I have known.

The work is what separates us from this savage gnawing pain of discomfort that only money and faith can cushion.

I wonder sometimes how brave the homeless must be and then I see from my luxury that no that may not be so.