Beggars Beg To Get Money, Not To

By Multiplying Ironies, I Evade Commitments.

People Are Not The Way They Are Primarily In Order To Annoy Me.

I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow In Childhood, But Listening For Clues.

Theory Now: Concern For Truth Must Not Hobble Our Discussion.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.