Life begins with the roots in the soil of hope...

Dear Honey,

You can be well, if you want to be well.

I know you will recite this throughout the days and weeks.

Here's your current letter:

Mercy, mercy. The stars shine with confidence, not in stored mercy. There be revision in what you need, what you aim at to achieve. Mercy is cheap; you build self through repute. For repute, do not beg but yield. There is no mercy in store for thee. Create self, a power living being. Not by weapons alone can you win.

Mercy, mercy. For the skies do not speak. Whom do you talk to, then? Whom do you repeat? Your health is the weapon you will use on self to yield. So, get up early to pray to self. Mercy, mercy. Why do you repeat? Mercy doesn’t yield happiness any. Disputes, disorganized living, deterrents, defects, and disease all need revision in the way you live, you eat, you think.

You cannot beg the skies; skies do not speak. Who speaks? It is inside of you, your own instinct. Listen to it and then excel. Excellence is virtue; virtue is believed. M