I felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.

Heart and head are contrary historians.

If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.

Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means "love of melons" or something. I looked it up. It means believing that "the self is the only reality." Am I solipsist?

Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morning, he's the first person you think of.

He doesn't think. He just does. A nonthinking doer.

Friendship isn't always sunnyside up.