I have enough trouble with useful information, never mind being burdened with what is useless.

But I would rather have snow. Snow is the on.y weather I really like. Nothing makes me less grumpy than snow. I can sit by a window for hours watching it fall. The silence of snowfall. You can use that. It's best when there's background lighting, for example a street lamp. Or when you go outside and let it flutter down on you. That's real riches, that is.

The only question that really counts, must be thins one: are things getting better or are they getting worse?

...the total number of galaxies in the universe seems to be in the region of ten billion, and that each of them has about a hundred billion stars the size of the sun. These numbers are so absurd that I strangely find myself in a good mood. It's all so immense. I think Paul feels a bit like this as well. There is so little I can do to make a difference. It is liberating.

Everything which is human is alien to me.

I think I'm more concerned with things that are very big and things that are very small than with all the stuff in between.

I don't want all that much. But I want to be fine. I want to live a simple life with many good moments and a lot of fun.