The Older I've Got The Less I

A Need To Tell And Hear Stories Is Essential To The Species Homo Sapiens-second In Necessity Apparently After Nourishment And Before Love And Shelter. Millions Survive Without Love Or Home, Almost None In Silence; The Opposite Of Silence Leads Quickly To Narrative, And The Sound Of Story Is The Dominant Sound Of Our Lives, From The Small Accounts Of Our Day's Events To The Vast Incommunicable Constructs Of Psychopaths.

Life Is Short And Often Stingy; Feast The Heart With What It Craves, Short Of Cruelty, And Let The World Wonder.

The Older I've Got The Less I Find Myself Going Back And Re-reading Or Really Reading New Fiction Or Poetry.

What I Still Ask For Daily-for Life As Long As I Have Work To Do, And Work As Long As I Have Life.

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.