So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.

We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.