For Most Of Us, For Almost All

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

Then I Felt Too That I Might Take This Opportunity To Tie Up A Few Loose Ends, Only Of Course Loose Ends Can Never Be Properly Tied, One Is Always Producing New Ones. Time, Like The Sea, Unties All Knots. Judgements On People Are Never Final, They Emerge From Summings Up Which At Once Suggest The Need Of A Reconsideration. Human Arrangements Are Nothing But Loose Ends And Hazy Reckoning, Whatever Art May Otherwise Pretend In Order To Console Us.

For Most Of Us The Space Between 'dreaming On Things To Come' And 'it Is Too Late, It Is All Over' Is Too Tiny To Enter.

A Bad Review Is Even Less Important Than Whether It Is Raining In Patagonia.

Possibly, More People Kill Themselves And Others Out Of Hurt Vanity Than Out Of Envy, Jealousy, Malice Or Desire For Revenge.