Self-criticism Sessions Were Held, But These Produced

Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

Now, Here Is The Point About The Self: It Is Insatiable. It Is Always, Always Hankering. It Is What You Might Call Rapacious To A Fault. The Great Flaming Mouth To The Thing Is Never In This World Going To Be Stuff Full.

Is Death That Which Gives Meaning To Life? And I Said, No, Life Is That Which Gives Meaning To Life.

"how Does One Conquer Fear, Don B.?" "one Takes A Frog And Sews It To One's Shoe," He Said. "the Left Or The Right?" Don B. Gave Me A Pitying Look. "well, You'd Look Mighty Funny Going Down The Street With Only One Frog Sewed To Your Shoes, Wouldn't You?" He Said. "one Frog On Each Shoe."

Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With A Stupidity That Can Astound The Most Experienced.