To serve entropy or to build

Every morning there is a choice to be made between light and dark, life and death, sickness and health. Words heal and words destroy. This day, this minute, shall I heal or shall I destroy? The power is in this remarkable organ between my ears.

The body cries inertia. The false death of sleep is so tempting, so comfortable, but life is movement, life is of the soul, life is of giving. Heal thyself, and begin to heal the world.

A choice must be made. Each day you choose life or death, l...