Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. It’s a relation of self to the moment. Or not, depending on the person and the moment. Perhaps there even comes a time when it’s no longer too late for anything. Perhaps, even, most times are too early for most things, and most of life has to go by before it’s time for almost anything and too late for almost nothing. Nothing to lose, the present moment to gain, the integration with long-delayed Now.

I have no wisdom and nothing useful to tell you - I only mentioned this because it came into my head.

Language is an archaeological vehicle... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.

Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.

Is there an existence that is only mine?

My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.

It's almost as if we're put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.