Every day. I make judgments. As to what is right. And what
is wrong. That helps to dictate. What to do and not to do. Sometimes. I don’t
even think about it. I’m on automatic pilot. Maybe that’s why I became a
writer. Usually. When I sit down. To write. I have to switch on the thinking
machine. Though not always. So easy. To go through the motions. Of living one’s
life. My best days. Are when I have
qualms of conscience. I wonder, too. If some of us were born without a
conscience. --Jim Broede
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