Happiness For Me Is Getting To Write

It's Been My Habit Of Mind, Over These Years, To Understand That Every Situation In Which Human Beings Are Involved Can Be Turned On Its Head. Everything Someone Assures Me To Be True Might Not Be. Every Pillar Of Belief The World Rests On May Or May Not Be About To Explode. Most Things Don't Stay The Way They Are Very Long. Knowing This, However, Has Not Made Me Cynical. Cynical Means Believing That Good Isn't Possible; And I Know For A Fact That Good Is. I Simply Take Nothing For Granted And Try To Be Ready For The Change That's Soon To Come.

I've Been Mainly A Happy Boy In My Life. I Married The Right Girl And We Did What We Wanted To Do.

Humans Generally Get Out The Gist Of What They Need To Say Right At The Beginning, Then Spend Forever Qualifying, Contradicting, Burnishing Or Taking Important Things Back. Yor Rareley Miss Anything By Cutting Most People Off After Two Sentences.

My Father Died In My Arms. That's Tumult. That's Everything Exploding.

It Is No Loss To Mankind When One Writer Decides To Call It A Day. When A Tree Falls In The Forest, Who Cares But The Monkeys?