In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.