Manuals Have Their Uses ... But They

If You Notice Phrases, Ideas, And Anecdotes That Closely Resemble Those That Appear Elsewhere In My Writing, It's Not A Matter Of Sloppy Editing. I'm Repeating Myself. I'm Reshuffling Words In The Hope That Just Once I Might Say Something Exactly Right. And I'm Still Wrestling With Dilemmas That Are Not Easily Resolved Or Easily Dismissed. I Run At Them Again And Again Because I Am Not Finished With Them. Any May Never Be. Work-in- Progress On A Life-in-progress Is What My Writing Is About. And Some Progress In The Work Is Enough To Keep It Going On.

Love Is The Grand Prize And The Garbage Heap. Love Is A Spiritual Root Canal And The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living. Love Is A Little Taste Of Always And A Big Bite Of Nothing. And Love Is Everything In Between These Extremes.

Liberation, I Guess, Is Everybody Getting What They Think They Want, Without Knowing The Whole Truth. Or In Other Words, Liberation Finally Amounts To Being Free From Things We Don't Like In Order To Be Enslaved By Things We Approve Of. Here's To The Eternal Tandem.

The Name Is Not Important Anymore - It's The Tone That Counts. I Feel Like An Old Dog I Know. He Will Come To Any Name You Call Him, Just So Long As Your Demeanor Carries With It The Promise Of Affection And Food

The Grass Is Not, In Fact, Always Greener On The Other Side Of The Fence. No, Not At All. Fences Have Nothing To Do With It. The Grass Is Greenest Where It Is Watered. When Crossing Over Fences, Carry Water With You And Tend The Grass Wherever You May Be.