I Can Be Glib And Truthful All

At The Risk Of Appearing Disingenuous, I Don't Really Think Of Myself As 'writing Humor.' I'm Simply Reporting On The World I Observe, Which Is Frequently Hilarious.

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

Stories Worked Much The Same Way . . . A False Note At The Beginning Was Much More Costly Than One Nearer The End Because Early Errors Were Part Of The Foundation.

In The End It All Came Down To Companionship, To Friendship, To Sacrifice, To Compromise.

And There Comes A Time In Your Life When You Realize That If You Don't Take The Opportunity To Be Happy, You May Never Get Another Chance Again.