I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was

A People Are As Healthy And Confident As The Stories They Tell Themselves. Sick Storytellers Can Make Nations Sick. Without Stories We Would Go Mad. Life Would Lose It’s Moorings Or Orientation... Stories Can Conquer Fear, You Know. They Can Make The Heart Larger.

I Was Going To Be A Scientist.

We Disliked The Rigours Of Existence, The Unfulfilled Longings, The Enshrined Injustices Of The World, The Labyrinths Of Love, The Ignorance Of Parents, The Fact Of Dying, And The Amazing Indifference Of The Living In The Midst Of The Simple Beauties Of The Universe. We Feared The Heartlessness Of Human Beings, All Of Whom Are Born Blind, Few Of Whom Ever Learn To See.

Who Knows, Maybe This Whole Planet Is An Asylum, A Penal Realm. A Place For Hard Cases.

Destiny Plans A Different Route And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.