Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The

Boredom And Fear Keep Us Working And Obeying The Laws.

Awakening In The Morning Returns Us To Life, And To Awareness Of Death.

Ideas About Life Organize Perception; Names Of Emotions Organize Sensations; Rules Of Syntax Organize Thought. But Pain Comes On Its Own.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

My Regimen Is Lust And Avarice For Exercise, Gluttony And Sloth For Relaxation.