When I was ten I wanted to comprehend everything in my world br on Sundays I was told not to steal, lie, or lust for women br those mornings were the worst of the week br br at twenty I was certain it was just a matter of time before I would take grasp of the precious things br and I believed the preachers were different than me br br when I was forty I felt if I had made some slightly different moves br I would have won the game br br at fifty-five I no longer have a taste for the grand luxuries br i can be thrilled with a tall glass of ice water br or an idea br there is a spirit that shows me a path br I follow and don't mention it to anyonebr br Lee Crowellbr br