Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.
Recognition of one's fellows is distorted when money is prioritized as value itself.
The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.
Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.
Humility is the ability to give up your pride and still retain your dignity.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.