Catherine E. Coulson - The Log Lady's Introductions, Episodes Sixteen - Twenty lyrics

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Catherine E. Coulson - The Log Lady's Introductions, Episodes Sixteen - Twenty lyrics

[Episode Sixteen - Arbitrary Law] So now the sadness comes. The revelation. There is a depression after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes, now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning. But there is still the question, why? And this question will go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is so full there is no room for questions. [Episode Seventeen - Dispute Between Brothers] Complications set in - yes, complications. How many times have we heard "it's simple"? Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. Each day, just when we think we have a handle on things, suddenly some new element is introduced and everything is complicated once again. What is the secret? What is the secret to simplicity, to the pure and simple life? Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? Is the cart in front of the horse?" [Episode Eighteen - Masked Ball] Is life like a game of chess? Are our present moves important for future success? I think so. We paint our future with every present brush stroke. Painting, colors, shapes, textures, composition, repetition of shapes, contrast. Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. Who is the principal? Sometimes jokes are welcome. Like the one about the kid who said "I enjoyed school. It was just the principal of the thing". [Episode Nineteen - The Black Widow] Is a dog man's best friend? I had a dog. The dog was large. It ate my garden, all the plants, and much earth. The dog ate so much earth it died. Its body went back to the earth. I have a memory of this dog. The memory is all that I have left of my dog. He was black and white. [Episode Twenty - Checkmate] My husband died in a fire. No one can know my sorrow. My love is gone. Yet, I feel him near me. Sometimes I can almost see him. At night when the wind blows, I think of what he might have been. Again I wonder: why? When I see a fire, I feel my anger rising. This was not a friendly fire. This was not a forest fire. It was a fire in the woods. This is all I am permitted to say.