Explorers Have To Be Ready To Die

Too-lateness, I Realized, Has Nothing To Do With Age. It’s A Relation Of Self To The Moment. Or Not, Depending On The Person And The Moment. Perhaps There Even Comes A Time When It’s No Longer Too Late For Anything. Perhaps, Even, Most Times Are Too Early For Most Things, And Most Of Life Has To Go By Before It’s Time For Almost Anything And Too Late For Almost Nothing. Nothing To Lose, The Present Moment To Gain, The Integration With Long-delayed Now.

Sometimes I Think That The Biggest Difference Between Men And Women Is That More Men Need To Seek Out Some Terrible Lurking Thing In Existence And Hurl Themselves Upon It. Women Know Where It Lives But They Can Let It Alone.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.

Life Is A Process Of One Goneness After Another.

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.