Thought enables us to see Fate coming.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
Regretting the past does not prevent me from repeating it.
It is hard to tell truth, and hard not to.
Wit saves us from being swallowed whole by life.
Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.