Life's No Piece Of Cake, Mind You,

Whether It's Good For Anything Or Not, Cool Or Totally Uncool, In The Final Analysis What's Most Important Is What You Can't See But Can Feel In Your Heart.

The Light Of Morning Decomposes Everything.

I Dream. Sometimes I Think That's The Only Right Thing To Do.

We Can, If We So Choose, Wander Aimlessly Over The Continent Of The Arbitrary. Rootless As Some Winged Seed Blown About On A Serendipitous Spring Breeze.

But What Seems Like A Reasonable Distance To One Person Might Feel Too Far To Somebody Else.