In the animal world individuals cheat, as do we.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

Anything that suffers and dies instead of us is Christ; if they didn't kill birds and fish they would have killed us. The animals die that we may live, they are substitute people, hunters in the fall killing the deer, that is Christ also. And we eat them, out of cans or otherwise; we are eaters of death, dead Christ-flesh resurrecting inside us, granting us life. Canned Spam, canned Jesus, even the plants must be Christ.

I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.

Inside the peach, there is a stone.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.