It Was A Silence That Heard Itself,

She Likes The People With The Endurance To Tolerate The Drudge, The Ones Who Know That Pain Is A Requirement, Not A Curse.

The Tunnels Of Our Lives Connect, Coming To Daylight At The Oddest Moments, And Then Plunge Us Into The Dark Again. We Return To The Lives Of Those Who Have Gone Before Us, A Perplexing Möbius Strip Until We Come Home, Eventually, To Ourselves.

I'm A Complete And Utter Fiction. Then Again, We All Are.

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.

We Have To Admire The World For Not Ending On Us.