Through The Machineries Of Greed, Pettiness, And

I Was Dreaming ... About My Grandfather. A Very Old Man, At Least As Old As I Am Now, 91. I Thought, When I Was A Boy, That He Had Been 91 All His Life. Now I Feel As If I Have Been 91 All My Life.

What Sort Of An Age Is This Where A Man Becomes One's Enemy Only When His Back Is Turned?

All Investigations Of Time, However Sophisticated Or Abstract, Have At Their True Base The Human Fear Of Mortality.

This Spiritualist, This Statistician, What Are You Anyway?

Real Flight And Dreams Of Flight Go Together. Both Are Part Of The Same Movement. Not A Before B, But All Together.