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Athletes Have Studied How To Leap And How To Survive The Leap Some Of The Time And Return To The Ground. They Don't Always Do It Well. But They Are Our Philosophers Of Actual Moments And The Body And Soul In Them, And Of Our Maneuvers In Our Emergencies And Longings.

It Is Like Visiting One's Funeral, Like Visiting Loss In Its Purest And Most Monumental Form, This Wild Darkness, Which Is Not Only Unknown But Which One Cannot Enter As Oneself.

I Have The Sense That If I Push Too Hard Or Too Far Into Memory I’ll Come Apart.

Death And I Are Head To Head In A Total Collision, Pure And Mutual Distaste.

I Have Thousands Of Opinions Still - But That Is Down From Millions - And, As Always, I Know Nothing.