I mean I don't think I'm alone when I look at the homeless person or the bum or the psychotic or the drunk or the drug addict or the criminal and see their baby pictures in my mind's eye. You don't think they were cute like every other baby?
I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor when to God who is the searcher of our hearts all our privacies are open?
