I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

Reduce Intellectual And Emotional Noise Until You Arrive At The Silence Of Yourself And Listen To It.

Night Was Coming On In, Borrowing The Light. It Had Started Out Borrowing Just A Few Cents Worth Of The Light, But Now It Was Borrowing Thousands Of Dollars Worth Of The Light Every Second. The Light Would Soon Be Gone, The Bank Closed, The Tellers Unemployed, The Bank President A Suicide.

We Could See The Children's Toys Here And There, And We Saw A Game That The Children Had Made Themselves Out Of Dirt, Deer Antlers And Abalone Shells, But The Game Was So Strange That Only Children Could Tell What It Was. Perhaps It Wasn't A Game At All, Only The Grave Of A Game.

I'll Tell You About It Because I Am Here And You Are Distant.