I Mean Maybe I Was Holding All

Was There Ever In Anyone's Life Span A Point Free In Time, Devoid Of Memory, A Night When Choice Was Any More Than The Sum Of All The Choices Gone Before?

Time Is The School In Which We Learn.

I Mean Maybe I Was Holding All The Aces, But What Was The Game?

Life Changes In The Instant. The Ordinary Instant.

To Have That Sense Of One's Intrinsic Worth Which Constitutes Self-respect Is Potentially To Have Everything.