Teasing's Part Of The Fun That Comes

Always In The Dream, It Seemed As If There Were A Destination: A Something--he Could Not Grasp What-that Lay Beyond The Place Where The Thickness Of Snow Brought The Sled To A Stop. He Was Left, Upon Awakening, With The Feeling That He Wanted, Even Somehow Needed, To Reach The Something That Waited In The Distance. The Feeling That It Was Good. That It Was Welcoming. That It Was Significant. But He Did Not Know How To Get There.

If You Were To Be Lost In The River, Jonas, Your Memories Would Not Be Lost With You. Memories Are Forever.

Keep A Green Tree In Your Heart And Perhaps The Singing Bird Will Come.

Making Lists Of Reasons Was Sometimes A Good Way To Figure Things Out.

Writing Is Hard Work, And Fun, And Requires You To Keep Your Backside In A Chair When You Would Sometimes Like To Put It Elsewhere. So The Only Wisdom Is The Advice To Keep At It, I Guess.