It's Compassion That Makes Gods Of Us.

Sometimes I Think We're All Tightrope Walkers Suspended On A Wire Two Thousand Feet In The Air, And So Long As We Never Look Down We're Okay, But Some Of Us Lose Momentum And Look Down For A Second And Are Never Quite The Same Again: We Know.

What Continues To Astonish Me About A Garden Is That You Can Walk Past It In A Hurry, See Something Wrong, Stop To Set It Right, And Emerge An Hour Or Two Later Breathless, Contented, And Wondering What On Earth Happened.

... People Misunderstood Death, They Died Not Of Too Little Life But Of Too Much Life, That As The Skin Withered And The Future Grew Short It Was The Past That Took On Flesh, Until Ultimately The Sheer Accumulation Of Experience And Memory Became Too Heavy To Carry.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.

My Rebelliousness Went So Deep That, Faced With A Can Of Asparagus That Instructed Me To Open At This End, I Always, Stubbornly, Opened It At The Other.