I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

He Laughed A Little, In An Odd, Nervous Kind Of Way. "because If I Don't Get Going Soon, The Whole Impetus May Die--and If That Happens, Well, I Really Shall Consider A Long, Restful Plunge Into Insanity. Sometimes The Abyss Yawns Very Attractively.

The Key To All Knowledge Comes In Words Of Just One Syllable, Apparently.... There's Only The Last Page Left To Write On. I'll Fill It With Words Of Just One Syllable. I Love. I Have Loved. I Will Love.

Truthfulness So Often Goes With Ruthlessness.

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?