The Best Feelings In Your Life Come

Sticks And Stones Will Break Our Bones, But Words Will Break Our Hearts.

If You Notice Phrases, Ideas, And Anecdotes That Closely Resemble Those That Appear Elsewhere In My Writing, It's Not A Matter Of Sloppy Editing. I'm Repeating Myself. I'm Reshuffling Words In The Hope That Just Once I Might Say Something Exactly Right. And I'm Still Wrestling With Dilemmas That Are Not Easily Resolved Or Easily Dismissed. I Run At Them Again And Again Because I Am Not Finished With Them. Any May Never Be. Work-in- Progress On A Life-in-progress Is What My Writing Is About. And Some Progress In The Work Is Enough To Keep It Going On.

Every Person Passing Through This Life Will Unknowingly Leave Something And Take Something Away. Most Of This “something” Cannot Be Seen Or Heard Or Numbered Or Scientifically Detected Or Counted. It’s What We Leave In The Minds Of Other People And What They Leave In Ours. Memory. The Census Doesn’t Count It. Nothing Counts Without It.

Living Things Have Been Doing Just That For A Long, Long Time. Through Every Kind Of Disaster And Setback And Catastrophe. We Are Survivors.

Only An Open Mind Still Has Room For New Knowledge. What Is Outgrown And Used Up Must Be Discarded To Make Room For What Is Yet To Be Learned. And Much Of The Best Thinking Is Done Alone-in Deserts, On Beaches, In Bed, Behind Closed Doors. It Is Why We Say We Need To Get Away-to Escape From Clutter And Busyness-to Hear Ourselves Think.