Mysteries Abound Where Most We Seek For

We Are An Impossibility In An Impossible Universe.

Heaven Is A House With Porch Lights.

You Can Make Yourself Happy Or Miserable - It's The Same Amount Of Effort.

All Isn't Well With The World.

From This Outer Edge Of His Life, Looking Back, There Was Only One Remorse, And That Was Only That He Wished To Go On Living. Did All Dying People Feel This Way, As If They Had Never Lived? Did Life Seem That Short, Indeed, Over And Done Before You Took A Breath? Did It Seem This Abrupt And Impossible To Everyone, Or Only To Himself, Here, Now, With A Few Hours Left To Him For Thought And Deliberation?