We Can Only Die In The Future,

Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

Good Leaders Being Scarce, Following Yourself Is Allowed.

It Is Possible To Imagine A Person So Entirely That The Image Resists Attempts To Dislodge It.

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands. In The Course Of The Experiment, That Chimp Had A Baby. Imagine How Her Trainers Must Have Thrilled When The Mother, Without Prompting, Began To Sign Her Newborn. Baby, Drink Milk. Baby, Play Ball. And When The Baby Died, The Mother Stood Over The Body, Her Wrinkled Hands Moving With Animal Grace, Forming Again And Again The Words: Baby, Come Hug, Baby Come Hug, Fluent Now In The Language Of Grief.

For Peace Of Mind, I Will Lie About Any Thing At Any Time.