By The Time A Man Is 35

I Got About Half The Time I Wanted To Write Poetry. I Got About Half The Time I Needed To Be A Father. So There Is Something In Adulthood That Has To Do With Accepting The Half Of Things, Allowing A Renunciation Of The Other Half, Accepting Half A Basket Instead Of A Full Basket.

As I've Gotten Older, I Find I Am Able To Be Nourished More By Sorrow And To Distinguish It From Depression.

I Knew This Friendship With Myself Couldn’t Last Forever.

We Spend Our Life Until We’re Twenty Deciding What Parts Of Ourself To Put Into The Bag, And We Spend The Rest Of Our Lives Trying To Get Them Out Again.

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.