Life Is Too Short For Grief. Or

Our Big Social Institutions Do Not Reflect Human Nature; They Distort It.

I Have Found Through Trial And Error That I Work Best Under Duress. In Fact I Work Only Under Duress.

There's Another Disadvantage To The Use Of The Flashlight: Like Many Other Mechanical Gadgets It Tends To Separate A Man From The World Around Him. If I Switch It On My Eyes Adapt To It And I Can See Only The Small Pool Of Light It Makes In Front Of Me; I Am Isolated. Leaving The Flashlight In My Pocket Where It Belongs, I Remain A Part Of The Environment I Walk Through And My Vision Though Limited Has No Sharp Or Definite Boundary.

One Can Imagine A Sane, Healthy, Cheerful Human Society Based On No More Than The Principles Of Common Sense, As Validated Each Day By Work, Play, And Living Experience. But This Remains The Most Utopian And Fantastic Of Ideals.

So I Lived Alone. The First Thing I Did Was Take Off My Pants. Naturally.