One Thing Is Certain In Life. Just

Sometimes, Very Occasionally, You Do Your Best Boxing With Your Mouth.

I Watch People Get Older And Lose Their Intellectual Acuity; You Lose That Sharpness, That Cleanness, That Brain That You Worked So Hard On And That You Were Gifted With And Lose The Gifts That Were Given.

I Knew Then That The Person On The Outside Was Only A Shell, A Presence To Be Seen And Provoked. Inside Was The Real Me, Where My Tears Joined The Tears Of All The Sad People To Form The Three Waterfalls In The Night Country.

As Is So Often The Case With A Legend, Every Incident Has Two Possible Interpretations, The Plausible And The One That Is Molded To Suit The Making Of The Myth. Man Is A Romantic At Heart And Will Always Put Aside Dull, Plodding Reason For The Excitement Of An Enigma. As Doc Had Pointed Out, Mystery, Not Logic, Is What Gives Us Hope And Keeps Us Believing In A Force Greater Than Our Own Insignificance.

What's The Point In Being An Unpopular Writer? It Just Doesn't Make A Lot Of Sense. For Me It Doesn't, Anyway.