I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.