Human Beings Do Things For A Reason,

Mama Always Said, Dying Was A Part Of Life. I Sure Wish It Wasn't.

I Went To College Because I Didn't Have Anywhere Else To Go And It Was A Fabulous Hang. And While I Was There I Was Exposed To This World That I Didn't Know Was Possible.

But I Also Think All Of The Great Stories In Literature Deal With Loneliness. Sometimes It's By Way Of Heartbreak, Sometimes It's By Way Of Injustice, Sometimes It's By Way Of Fate. There's An Infinite Number Of Ways To Examine It.

But Look, I Was Born In 1956, The Peak Year For Births In Us History. I Think I'm Very Representative Of Many Of The Thought Processes My Generation Have Been Through And, By And Large, People Of My Age Have Had Their Imprint Planted On The Consciousness Of Western Society For A Long Time.

If It Wasn't Hard, Everyone Would Do It. It's The Hard That Makes It Great.