I Suppress In My Prose Any Language

As I Go To Sleep I Remember What My Father Said-that One Can Never Be Sure If One Will Awake. The Way My Health Is Now, This Is Becoming More And More Real.

There Are Many Types Of Participation. One Can Observe So Intensely That One Becomes Part Of The Action, But Without Being An Active Participant.

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

When People Claim To Know Who I Am, I Can No Longer Act Freely.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.