Kush and witty-owl. I have gone back to the original posting for this thread and find that poetry, literature, lyrics are the starting points for our discussion on words which have had a profound influence on our lives. All I can add to this thread with regard to how my journey through life was altered by the words of another, is the scene from the film from 1966, 'A Man for All Seasons', in which Paul Schofield who plays Sir Thomas Moore, defends his Catholic faith in his 'show trial' brought about by Henry VIII.
The film came at a time when I was questioning my purpose, or reason, for being on this planet, which circles just one, of the millions of stars throughout the Universe. The words hit a chord (pun intended) and set me off on a path of exploration which continues to this day.
I am not defending, or by implication, attacking any other faiths or beliefs. We all travel a personal road and I am simply responding to a question, by saying what it was which 'moved' me along my journey. In fact, evidence of my own personal quest, is placed before you all, in the new thread I have just started about where we want to go when we die. As in what do you want to do with your body at the end of your life. Where do you want to put your mortal remains? The thread is not a device for being morbid, but about the simple decision of what you want to do, or what you want your family to do.
Perhaps I shouldn't have used the word simple. Some people will find the question a difficult one to face up to, whilst others will welcome a chance to focus on the inevitable.
Byron 'sends his regards'.

"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.