This Was The Life I Was Going

What Can I Say About Life? Do I Praise It For Letting You Live, Or Damn It For Allowing The Rest?

I'm Always Gratified When I Check Something I've Made Up And Discover That I've Gotten It Right. How Can We Imagine Something That Turns Out To Be True? How Can We Know Things We Couldn't Possibly Know? It Makes Me Wonder About The Existence Of A Collective Unconscious.

She Laughed So Easily When She Was Happy. But Also When She Was Sad.

One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We Cannot Bear Will Kill Us Outright.

The Sound Of Her Laughter Was Sticky As Sap, The Smell Of Night-blooming Jasmine Soft As A Milk Bath.