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Music can deeply affect us emotionally and spiritually. It is an art form. Yet, it is very orderly and even mathematical. When I hit a bad chord on my guitar, I know it’s bad. It simply doesn’t sound right, and there is something innate in me that tells me so. In that sense, we didn’t invent music.

I once dated a woman named Stella. She would often arrive late for our dates. When I’d complain, she’d say, “You’ve got a problem. People can’t always be on time. I’ve got a good reason for being late.” So I decided to conduct an experiment.

Two hunters shoot a large moose. They phone for air transport. The pilot lands on the small lake. “We need you to haul us, our gear and this moose back to camp,” Max the hunter tells the pilot.

When I was 19, I thought I knew everything. Now, I often feel that I know nothing. That’s probably a good thing because, as Socrates said, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”

I was intrigued by a movie I recently watched called Killing Them Softly. The film really didn’t have that much going for it; however, I think it was a fascinating portrayal of the effects of sin on the human soul.

Hank was my closest friend in high school. I was 17 when I met him. He was 24. Hank had spent a few years in the army and then decided to complete his high school education.