I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.

It is not always wise to appear singular.

I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.

Contrary to general opinion, women are not so sentimental as men, but are much more hardheaded.

One, if one is sensible, blames government, not the servers of government, not those entangled in their governments.

I converse with my dog through ESP