What Other People Think Of Me Is

We Were Not Always 70, Or Rather Our 70 Is An Accumulation Of All The Other Ways We Were. Our 5-year-old Selves Became Our 10-year-old Selves, And So On And On; And If We Unpack Our Selves, The Full Album Appears. Every Moment Is A Part Of The Following Moment, And We Are All A Continuum.

I Have Two Writer Daughters, And A Psychoanalyst Daughter, And A Lawyer Daughter, And They Wish We Didn't Write, I'm Sure, But We Write. If We Were A Painting Family, We Would Paint.

We Flashed Our Feathers When The Feathers Were Fit To Be Flashed, And Now, In Drearier Days, Many Stay Indoors.

Reader, You Forget That Economics Precedes Religion; Worship Grew Out Of Eating, Not The Other Way Around.

God Is A God Of Lovingkindness.