Life is the risk we cannot refuse.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
I create my social existence by earning and spending.