As I Walked Briskly Out The Road

I Knew That Part Of Friendship Consisted In Accepting A Friend’s Shortcomings, Which Sometimes Included His Parents.

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.

You Have To Do What You Think Is The Right Thing, But Just Make Sure It’s The Right Thing In The Long Run, And Not Just For The Moment.

I Began To Know That Each Morning Reasserted The Problems Of Night Before, That Sleep Suspended All But Changed Nothing, That You Couldn’t Make Yourself Over Between Dawn And Dusk.

It Was Hard To Remember In The Heavy And Sensual Clarity Of These Mornings; I Forgot Whom I Hated And Who Hated Me. I Wanted To Break Out Crying From Stabs Of Hopeless Joy, Or Intolerable Promise, Or Because These Mornings Were Too Full Of Beauty For Me, Because I Knew Of Too Much Hate To Be Contained In A World Like This.