I think the word dumbfounded is another one of those compounds I love to ponder. Only this one seems to make sense. It is like finding dumb. Like finding you are at a loss for words (completely amazed and astonished). At that very moment I was officially and irrevocably dumbfounded. There was no way to for me to explain what had just happened.

To me Chocolate is like the quintessential ingredient necessary for a good life; almost equal in importance to water or the sun. Life without chocolate is like a zebra without stripes or a leopard without spots. Chocolates are to sweets what salts are to savories. They give life dimension, flavor, and color. Without chocolate life is bland, boring, and unexciting.

I think we all, at one time or another, have been to this impossible place, the enchanted land that exists between our dreams and reality. Most of us are only held there for a moment, long enough to know it feels weird; we then choose one or the other. I was stuck there, unable to move from one to the next. I was swaddled in Xanadu itself, wrapped up in the mysteries of the mind – both the conscious and subconscious simultaneously. It was amazing.

Selfishness leads to nothingness. Generosity and benevolence leads to great reward,” he explained.

Our failures make us who we are; they build our character, we are defined by what we do with them, and how we respond to adversity. Without failure there is no growth, no striving for better, no adjusting, or dusting yourself off to try again.

The word nightmare is not a reference to a mare (female horse) seen at night, but to a terrifying dream – one in which the dreamer experiences helplessness, anxiety, fear, and possibly sorrow. The symbolism is that of a horse trotting through your dream in some uncontrollable fashion wreaking all kinds of havoc.

The thing of it is, we don’t have to be perfect or be the best. We just need to do the best with what God gives us and how life treats us.

The only truly logical explanation that gives credence to the fact that information does not come from non-information, is that some outside force – some uncaused cause – existed before us and formed us in His image. If there is a creation there must be a creator.

She was a light from Heaven, and a beauty for all of us to behold.

I believe if each of us was to think hard enough we could recall at least one extraordinary tale, one we heard from a trusted friend or relative that we believed – even though our reason exhorted us to dismiss it as untrue.