richa my aphorisms are not unsubstantiated. They are from what "I" and only "I" experienced in my life. I made alot of mistakes, and I learned from them. Yes I understand every aphorism I say, because I have exerienced each one. some good, some bad.And the offended reply. I use to be like that until my mother told me when you criticize someone, they become defensive.
When you spell out there mistakes they listen.I know it works both ways.

Truth is more than a mental exercise.The next time you want to leave me a comment.Dont leave me a fucking dimtard comment if that's the best education you've got.Here's one for you to grow on.I HAVE FOUND THOUGHTS AND WORDS TO BE THE FOUNDATION FOR SUCCESS AND FAILURE IN LIFE.

Come on Eddie P. you already know.

" Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ingnorance
and consciencious stupidity.going to church, and putting money in the basket does'nt get you in heaven.

just apart of getting old.I had to smile on that one.

thats true, I did'nt think about that at the time, you are so very right.

small god, but you know the real God would'nt let that happen.
anyway we are taught that fire burns. maybe one day the real God
will show some of us how it feels when we are burning in HELL

I'm not an old man yet, but growing older pains really hurts.
thats why young people need to try to take good care of themselfs
while they are young.because if they dont,it will come back to
haunt them one day.

D.A. you know one day, If we live that long we are going to get
old. Don't put no bad mouth on me I'm almost a half century old.

It doesn't matter if there senses are sharpen are not. They are
more wiser than we are(young people). You can't fault older people for young people with, say, childhood Arthritis. no man,
woman or child know whats predestined for them. only one person
knows that.And pain hurts i dont give a ---- how old you are.

Dovina you know this poem can work both ways. instead of his it could be her, and what i mean by that is my first wife reminds me of this poem. I tried so hard to make our marriage work, but I just kept on catching her in lies. she would say I'm going one place and end up in another.We had three children, she did'nt give a damn. all she wanted to do was hit the streets with her boyfriend. I still loved her no matter what she did, because i had hope that she would stop, and we could raise our family, but it did'nt happen. i divorce her.I was young and dumb but as time
went on I became him in this poem because i said to myself i wont
be hurt by no one no more, but my illness change all of that, and
i remember what my grandfather use to tell me. all men have faults. small men are blind to thier own, and therefore remain small.

There's nothing like the beauty of memories. I imagine this place
was beautiful. out in the country, and going back brought back memories, and you became depressed. you thought about the good and the bad times. sometimes going back home gives you peace of mine and motivation. because memories or like true love, it's
always in your heart.