Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was

I Have Closely Noted That People Who Watch A Great Deal Of Tv Never Again Seem Able To Adjust To The Actual Pace Of Life. The Speed Of The Passing Images Becomes The Speed The Aspire To And They Seem To Develop An Impatience And Boredom With Anything Else.

Because Most Writers Have Totally Unrealistic Concepts Of How Publishing Works.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

I'm Hoping To Be Astonished Tomorrow By I Don't Know What.