ABSTRACT
There is nothing good or bad but that thinking makes it so. Shakespeare, Hamlet I.V. 259
The mind's its own place and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell a Hell of Heaven.
In preparing to write this chapter, I recalled a repeated early trance-like experience. When I was a child my mother often played for me a record, "The Little Engine that Could." Sung by Burl Ives, it told the story of a train that had to scale a steep hill before the toys on it could be delivered to the children awaiting them. Large engines could not climb the hill with such a heavy load and laughed at the little engine that wanted to try. The
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