The Past Has To Be Remembered, So

I Didn't Like The Way I Looked, The Way I Dressed And Moved, What I Achieved And What I Felt I Was Worth. But There Was So Much Energy In Me, Such Belief That One Day I'd Be Handsome And Clever And Superior And Admired, Such Anticipation When I Met New People And New Situations. Is That What Makes Me Sad? The Eagerness And Belief That Filled Me Then And Exacted A Pledge From Life That Life Could Never Fulfill? Sometimes I See The Same Eagerness And Belief In The Faces Of Children And Teenagers And The Sight Brings Back The Same Sadness I Feel In Remembering Myself.

What A Sad Story, I Thought For So Long. Not That I Now Think It Was Happy. But I Think It Is True, And Thus The Question Of Whether It Is Sad Or Happy Has No Meaning Whatever.

We Make Our Own Truths And Lies....truths Are Often Lies And Lies Truths.

Now To Escape Involves Not Just Running Away, But Arriving Somewhere.

The Odyssey Is The Story Of Motion Both Purposeful And Purposeless, Successful And Futile. What Else Is The History Of Law?