I Worked So Hard All My Life,

The Universe That Suckled Us Is A Monster That Does Not Care If We Live Or Die--it Does Not Care If It Itself Grinds To A Halt. It Is A Beast Running On Chance And Death, Careening From Nowhere To Nowhere. It Is Fixed And Blind, A Robot Programmed To Kill. We Are Free And Seeing; We Can Only Try To Outwit It At Every Turn To Save Our Lives.

Evolution Loves Death More Than It Loves You Or Me. This Is Easy To Write, Easy To Read, And Hard To Believe.

I Can't Dance Anymore. Total Knee Replacements. I Can't Do Anything Anymore.

The Irrational Haunts The Metaphysical.

When I First Read The Words 'introvert' And 'extrovert' When I Was 10, I Thought I Was Both.