It's A Dismally Lonely Business, Writing.

She [my Mother] Gave Me Permission To Wonder, To Dawdle, To Daydream.

We Have Not Been Scuffling In This Waste - Howling Wilderness For The Right To Be Stupid. All This Waste.

When You Dream, You Dialogue With Aspects Of Yourself That Normally Are Not With You In The Daytime And You Discover That You Know A Great Deal More Than You Thought You Did.

What Can Defeat Greed, Technological Superiority, And Legal Lawlessness ... Is Discipline, Consciousness, And Unity.

Old Folks Are The Nation.