In This World, Goodness Is Destined To

Nobody But A Southerner Knows The Wrenching Rinsing Sadness Of The Cities Of The North.

If Poets Often Commit Suicide, It Is Not Because Their Poems Are Bad But Because They Are Good. Whoever Heard Of A Bad Poet Committing Suicide? The Reader Is Only A Little Better Off. The Exhilaration Of A Good Poem Lasts Twenty Minutes, An Hour At Most. Unlike The Scientist, The Artist Has Reentry Problems That Are Frequent And Catastrophic.

Your Discovery, As Best As I Can Determine, Is That There Is An Alternative Which No One Has Hit Upon. It Is That One Finding Oneself In One Of Life's Critical Situations Need Not After All Respond In One Of The Traditional Ways. No. One May Simply Default. Pass. Do As One Pleases, Shrug, Turn On One's Heel And Leave. Exit. Why After All Need One Act Humanly?

The Enduring Is Something Which Must Be Accounted For. One Cannot Simply Shrug It Off.

Jews Wait For The Lord, Protestants Sing Hymns To Him, Catholics Say Mass And Eat Him.