I Went Into Harvard One Way And

The Explanations For The Things We Do In Life Are Many And Complex. Supposedly Mature Adults Should Live By Logic, Listen To Their Reason. Think Things Out Before They Act. But Maybe They Never Heard What Dr. London Told Me One, Freud Said That For The Little Things In Life We Should React According To Our Reason. But For Really Big Decisions, We Should Heed What Our Unconscious Tells Us.

But What Does He Do To Qualify As A Sonovabitch?” Jenny Asked. “make Me”, I Replied. “beg Pardon?” “make Me”, I Repeated. Her Eyes Widened Like Saucers. “you Mean Like Incest?” She Asked. “don’t Give Me Your Family Problems, Jen. I Have Enough Of My Own.” “like What, Oliver?” She Asked, “like Just What Is It He Makes You Do?” “the ‘right Things’”, I Said. “what’s Wrong With The ‘right Things’?” She Asked, Delighting In The Apparent Paradox.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Quiet Heroism Or Youthful Idealism, Or Both? What Do We Know? That Life Without Heroism And Idealism Is Not Worth Living - Or That Either Can Be Fatal?