Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.
Inch by inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with. Bit by bit I reclaimed the swamp in which I'd languished. I gave birth to my infinite being, but I had to wrench myself out of me with forceps.
My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.
I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory.
My past is everything I failed to be.
We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.