Our intent was to assemble six distinguished minds on a distinguished occasion and to see what would happen. Graciously, each came, spoke, and departed, and we alone enjoyed the privilege of comparison, which now becomes a wider privilege. We were able to examine the principle of judgment—commonsense grasp of moral qualities of action, in both the creation, and interpretation of mindfulness.

We sought diversity, and found it abundantly. Such indeed is the diversity of criticism itself, with its sense of historic abysses to be bridged by, myth, artistry, or scholarship; its disturbing wealth and awareness of alternatives; and not less remarkable, its self-conscious care for present value. We planned the selections so, and it was the only plan we had.

Fear and anxiety are both adaptive functions that have helped the human population to endure. We often use fear and anxiety interchangeably, but they are really two different terms. Fear is the emotion you feel when there is actually a dangerous situation about to occur. Anxiety is the emotion you feel when you anticipate a threat. The idea is to stay alive.

Hence, if one only said something old, one might still think of oneself as a refreshing rain that helps bring some flower into bloom again. As another alternative, one might aspire to be a high wind of novelty, sweeping all down before one by daring new pronouncements. Prehistorically, the human species would have never survived without this very effective alarm system.

Just like when a sensor goes off in your BMW telling you something is wrong, that is the same way anxiety works. It does not mean to keep driving the car, until it breaks down, the alarm means take it to the shop before your fears come true and you have a major problem. These codes in your car allow you to flee or fight off danger without really thinking about it.

By ignoring these codes, or your anxiety, you are abusing your predecessors and each other. A quite different kind of person, one given to hypothesis and speculation, might ask what the driver would do if they did not have a car? Public transportation is not an option for everyone.

Fear of some threats, for example, loud noises, large fires, catastrophic wind, or a lurking mentally disturbed photojournalist, seems to be a very obvious why you want to keep your car in good working condition. He had not expected this, and he took it out on me; I was a high school senior, on the way to college, and willy-nilly was held responsible for handling technology and sensitive information.

One day, he stopped me by pulling at one of the scores of buttons that adorned my uniform, pointed to my passport, and said he was going to take it, and said with positive bitterness, as if he had been betrayed, “And they call this a classic.” Now he was no prude, and not even faintly genteel; he talked and lived a lustful life. Nor was he a fool.

His business was not the fact of life, but Kenny Holmes liked to spread rumors and ruins people’s lives, it turned him on. He would spend hours on thoughts.com, under the name of wirelessguru1, calling people demons, cursing them out, swearing that he was God, and bragging about his less than impressive appendage, and claiming that this is what NBCLA allowed him to do at work.

We now interpret the evidence differently from my operator, whose vehemence scared me; but his view we recognized as ancient and persistent, and, if we ignore the difficulties of applying it, sound enough. This caused many people to work from the trenches, below the surface. I guess Kenny Holmes thought because he was allowed to torment so many, without being arrested, that he power over us.

Kenny Holmes reminds me a lot of James Holmes, ironically, they both were in Denver at the same time, one thought he was Batman, the other thought he was God, no matter what, they both destroyed lives with their implied special dimension—an intensity and imaginativeness, which converted the ordinary into the extraordinary, extract elevation from the Earth-bound itself.

Late afternoon, the sun’s going down, I ca-ca-call on your cell (why is he in such a hurry). Leaving the room, he is mumbling, too. Asking for his shoes, (just leaving out he blue), no explanation, no actual location, just watching him pacing (wonder who he is stressing)? Little conversation, leaving no debating, he left the door swinging. You better open your mi-in-ind, o read between the lines. You gotta read between the lines-ines. You gotta read between the li-ines. You gotta read between the lines.

9 in the morning, up, up, up way before breakfast, homeboy getting restless, (the room is full of questions). Little replying, whole lot of denying, you are steady colliding (so why do he keep on trying)? I s-search for the median, now he is a comedian, that is all the more reason (he is changing like the seasons). Are you still pleasing, well soon you will be leaving? Which one will be grieving?

Your replies are getting old. It is in his eyes; you got to read between the lines. Lies are getting told, look in his eyes, you got to read between the lines. Your replies are getting old. It is in his eyes; you got to read between the lines. Lies are getting told. Look in his eyes, you got to read between the lines.

Hope you do not think you can throw the line over me because I, I know what is going on. I hope you are not making plans on running me because that, that is not what I am on. Hope you do not think you can throw the line over me because you will look up, and I will be gone. I hope you are not making plans on running me because I read between the lines. Who got you thinking you ish has not been stinking?

My temperatures peaking (why are you barely speaking)? I am busting his bubble, and he know he in trouble. He is talking in doubles (I am listening but hardly believing). Changing the story, or trying to ignore me, but still reaching out for me (but still  I am hardly reaching). Give me a reason to put you back on line, you have wasted enough time. You better open your mind, you have to read between the lines.