There Are People We Treat Wrong And

To Be A Person Who Sees A Political Ad On Television And Takes The Statements In It As Fact, How Can You Exist In This World? How Is It You're Not Robbed Daily By Charlatans Who Knock At Your Door?

Later On, When I Tried To Imagine How I Might Have Ruined Things, That Would Occur To Me - That I'd So Rarely Resisted, That I Hadn't Made It Hard Enough For Him. Maybe It Was Like Gathering Your Strength And Hurling Your Body Against A Door You Believe To Be Locked, And Then The Door Opens Easily - It Wasn't Locked At All - And You're Standing Looking Into The Room, Trying To Remember What It Was You Thought You Wanted.

There's A Lot That's Not Explained About The Universe. And Psychic-ness Is Not Stranger Than That.

There Are People We Treat Wrong And Later We're Prepared To Treat Other People Right. Perhaps This Sounds Mercenary, But I Feel Grateful For These Trial Relationships, And I Would Like To Think It All Evens Out - Surely, Unknowingly, I Have Served As Practice For Other People.

My Boarding School Experience Was The Only Thing I Had Strong Enough Feelings To Write About For Hundreds And Hundreds Of Pages. I Can Still Smell The Formaldehyde Of The Fetal Pigs In Biology.