There Are No Happy Endings, There Are

... People Misunderstood Death, They Died Not Of Too Little Life But Of Too Much Life, That As The Skin Withered And The Future Grew Short It Was The Past That Took On Flesh, Until Ultimately The Sheer Accumulation Of Experience And Memory Became Too Heavy To Carry.

If Something Anticipated Arrives Too Late It Finds Us Numb, Wrung Out From Waiting, And We Feel - Nothing At All. The Best Things Arrive On Time.

My Rebelliousness Went So Deep That, Faced With A Can Of Asparagus That Instructed Me To Open At This End, I Always, Stubbornly, Opened It At The Other.

... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

When A Gourd Is Hollowed Out It Becomes Empty And Is Of Great Use To The World Because Of Its Emptiness.