My first service was to help someone learn English. He asked my me one day in a fit of emotion, "Why are you doing this for me!" It was right out of a movie.

To serve is as great a calling as any, even if most people hardly deserve it, the people you serve are firstly human, and suffer like humans do.

I want to know if there are big hopes for us humans, or do we dwell in the muck thinking we are so damn special, holding our noses up to each other, petty and even evil, seeking easy ways and being harmful?

The words have a world within them, ready to form and alter, ready to sing and scream, and the poet is only partly responsible, if you fall off your chair or drool.