Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be Patient. Before

The Carnage Upon The Chessboard Of Life, Left Wounded Humans In Its Wake

Lately You Are Brooding Too Much About Rights. Give Up This Dangerous Habit.

Everyone Underestimates Their Own Life. Funny Thing Is, In The End, All Our Stories...they're The Same. In Fact, No Matter Where You Go In The World, There Is Only One Important Story: Of Youth, Loss And Yearning For Redemption. So We Tell The Same Story, Over And Over. Only The Details Are Different.

I Met My Wife When We Were Both 19 Or 20, At A Music School Where She Was Taking Voice And Piano Lessons And I Was Doing Classes In Music Theory And Composition.

Loss Is Essential, Loss Is Part And Parcel Of That Necessary Calamity Called Life. Mind You, I'm Not Complaining. Thanks To Some Inexplicable Universal Guiding Force, It Is Always The Worthless Things We Lose - Slough Off, Like A Moulting Snake. Losing And Losing Again, Is The Very Basis Of The Process, Til All We Are Left With Is The Bare Essence Of Human Existence.