Each draws from life what he thinks into it.

The Thing cannot work for us but through us.

The more power one gives his thought,...the more power it will have.



earnest holmes, the science of mind

Each draws from life what he thinks into it.

The Thing cannot work for us but through us.

The more power one gives his though,...the more power it will have.



earnest holmes, the science of mind

He used to move mountains.
And now he can not even move his head from his hands.
He cries regularly.
Are these the same tears from long ago?
They taste the same.
He wondered...
If he took himself to a country church
and raised his hands above his head,
letting the tears flow freely down his gray puffy cheeks
would firery elders still gather round and marvel,
exclaiming quietly amongst themselves,
"What a sensitive soul this young man has."
"Yes, such a soft heart."
Could he yet package his sadness as
good old-fashioned righteousness?

An open mind makes way for imagination.

-Alexander MacDonald

A falling stone also follows a straight and narrow path.