There Is A Rhythm To The Ending

No One Ever Found Wisdom Without Also Being A Fool.

Once I Worshipped Keats For Dying Young. Now I Think It's Braver To Die Old.

Writers Are Always At The Edge Of The Inferno, And The Fire Is Licking At Our Toes. Luckily, This Turns Us On!

There Is A Rhythm To The Ending Of A Marriage Just Like The Rhythm Of A Courtship-only Backward. You Try To Start Again But Get Into Blaming Over And Over. Finally You Are Both Worn Out, Exhausted, Hopeless. Then Lawyers Are Called In To Pick Clean The Corpses. The Death Has Occurred Much Earlier.

Why Does Life Need Evidence Of Life?