Children, I Feel, Are As Much Entitled

Who Are We Really? Combinations Of Common Chemicals That Perform Mechanical Actions For A Few Years Before Crumbling Back Into The Original Components? Fresh New Souls, Drawn At Random For Some Celestial Cupboard Where God Keeps An Unending Supply?or The Same Soul, Immortal And Eternal, Refurbished And Reused Through Endless Lives, By That Thrifty Housekeeper? In Her Wisdom And Benevolence She Wipes Off The Memory Slates, As Part Of The Cleaning Process, Because If We Could Remember All The Things We Have Experienced In Earlier Lives, We Might Object To Risking It Again.

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.

Loving Someone Condemns You To A Lifetime Of Fear. You Become Painfully Conscious Of How Fragile People Are - Bundles Of Brittle Bones And Vulnerable Flesh, Breeding Grounds For Billions Of Deadly Germs And Horrible Diseases.

Since I Am Not As Stupid As My Children Believe I Am, I Had Immediately Realized This Might Be A Ruse, But I Was Not At All Averse To A Confrontation. In Fact, I Had Been Hoping For Some Such Thing.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.