A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory like a thunderstorm and we all go through it together.

If we have built on the fragile cornerstones of human wisdom pride and conditional love things may look good for a while but a weak foundation causes collapse when storms hit.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

When you're caught up in the storm or you know just the turmoil of everything that there is another side and you do get through it. And you know just standing by the truth and doing the right thing.

Seeing that our thirst was increasing and the water was killing us while the storm did not abate we agreed to trust to God Our Lord and rather risk the perils of the sea than wait there for certain death from thirst.

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

We have the new greatest generation. We don't need as large a military due to the technology we have the equipment we have outfitting our personnel. They really are storm troopers.

I honestly believe that the next big leap in immersive technology will be very much like Brainstorm.

Because after my first year I had a lot of success took everybody by storm came back the next year thought it was easy and didn't have near the season I had the previous year. It was kind of a wake-up call. And so life goes on.