Solitude. One Knows Instinctively It Has Benefits

I Like To Write About Certain Things That If They Are Not Written About Are Not Going To Exist.

As I Look Back, I See That Life Is Like A Game Of Solitaire And Every Once In A While There Is A Move.

Events Need Their Invitation, Dissolutions Their Start.

The Summer Has Ended. The Garden Withers. The Mornings Become Chill. I Am Thirty, I Am Thirty-four -the Years Turn Dry As Leaves.

The Book Was In Her Lap; She Had Read No Further. The Power To Change One’s Life Comes From A Paragraph, A Lone Remark. The Lines That Penetrate Us Are Slender, Like The Flukes That Live In River Water And Enter The Bodies Of Swimmers. She Was Excited, Filled With Strength. The Polished Sentences Had Arrived, It Seemed, Like So Many Other Things, At Just The Right Time. How Can We Imagine What Our Lives Should Be Without The Illumination Of The Lives Of Others?