Everything which is human is alien to me.

It's good for me to see so many other people who are not me. That there are so many others. I feel affection for them. Most of them are doing the best they can. I am also doing the best I can.

Something is going to have to happen. Not necessarily something big. Just something.

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.

When the universe is ephemeral, one can easily feel that human existence is meaningless. Why should I do anything at all? On the other hand it is tempting to try and make the best of it. I'm here, anyway. The imagination won't cope if I try to picture where I'd otherwise be.

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