letters are so much easier than living. One can give one's best.
About loving, I have little to learn from the young.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.
A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.
People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!
Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude.