Minds Will Wander Even During The Last

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.

Joy Goes As Deep As Sorrow, But Leaves Less Of Itself Behind.

Always Leave Room For The Reader To Supply Meanings.

Cynicism Often Draws Correct Conclusions, But Nobody Could Live By Its Lights.