It Can't Be Dead. It Was Alive

In Many Of My Books, I Explore The Ways In Which Grandparents Or Other Older Persons Are Shaped By The Young, And The Young Are Shaped By The Old, In An Evolving Dance.

Maybe It Was The Same With People: If You Studied Them,you'd See New And Different Things. But Would You Like What You Saw? Did It Depend On Who Was Doing The Looking?

And What Did I Think When I Was Small And Why Did I Forget? And What Else Will I Forget When I Grow Older? And If You Forget Is It As If It Never Happened? Will None Of The Things You Saw Or Thought Or Dreamed Matter?

I Started Thinking About Life Insurance And How Nice It Would Be If You Could Get Insurance That Your Life Would Be Happy, And That Everyone You Knew Could Be Happy, And They Could All Do What They Really Wanted To Do, And They Could All Find The People They Wanted To Find.

It Wasn't That I Was Stupid ... It Was Just That There Didn't Seem To Be A Lot To Say That Someone Wasn't Already Saying.