The Future Is Always A Wholeness, A

America Was And Is The Immigrant's Dream.

Words Are Not Necessary To One's Experience Of The True Life.

When I Read Obituaries I Always Note The Age Of The Deceased. Automatically I Relate This Figure To My Own Age. Four Years To Go, I Think. Nine More Years. Two Years And I'm Dead. The Power Of Numbers Is Never More Evident Than When We Use Them To Speculate On The Time Of Our Dying.

I Slept For Four Years. I Didn't Study Much Of Anything. I Majored In Something Called Communication Arts.

Everything I've Stated May Prove To Be Total Poppycock.... Perhaps Time Will Tell. Perhaps Time Will Do Nothing Of The Kind.