The Universe Is Composed Of An Indefinite

May Heaven Exist, Even If My Place Is Hell.

The Sea Is An Idiom I Cannot Decipher.

When You Reach My Age, You Realize You Couldn't Have Done Things Very Much Better Or Much Worse Than You Did Them In The First Place.

Music, Feelings Of Happiness, Mythology, Faces Worn By Time, Certain Twilights And Certain Places, Want To Tell Us Something, Or They Told Us Something That We Should Not Have Missed, Or They Are About To Tell Us Something; This Imminence Of A Revelation That Is Not Produced Is, Perhaps, The Esthetic Event.

Unlike The Novel, A Short Story May Be, For All Purposes, Essential.