May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed, It would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed, It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star, I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.

I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.

Ah, grief makes us precise!

I kind of limp along like so many of us do in these realms. Occasionally I've felt the grace of another presence in my life. But I can't develop any kind of spiritual structure on that.

You were Marlon Brando, I was Steve McQueen, you were K.Y. Jelly, I was Vaseline.