Philosophy Has Forgotten About Children

Desires, Memories, Fears, Passions Form Labyrinths In Which We Lose And Find And Then Lose Ourselves Again.

We Make Our Own Truths And Lies....truths Are Often Lies And Lies Truths.

I Know That Disavowal Is An Unusal Form Of Betrayal. From The Outside It Is Impossible To Tell If You Are Disowning Someone Or Simply Exercising Discretion, Being Considerate, Avoiding Embarrassments And Sources Of Irritation. But You, Who Are Doing The Disowning, You Know What You're Doing. And Disavowal Pulls The Underpinnings Away From A Relationship Just As Surely As Other More Flamboyant Types Of Betrayal.

It Wasn't That I Forgot Hanna. But At A Certain Point The Memory Of Her Stopped Accompanying Me Wherever I Went. She Stayed Behind, The Way A City Stays Behind As A Train Pulls Out Of The Station. It's There, Somewhere Behind You, And You Could Go Back And Make Sure Of It. But Why Should You?

I Didn't Like The Way I Looked, The Way I Dressed And Moved, What I Achieved And What I Felt I Was Worth. But There Was So Much Energy In Me, Such Belief That One Day I'd Be Handsome And Clever And Superior And Admired, Such Anticipation When I Met New People And New Situations. Is That What Makes Me Sad? The Eagerness And Belief That Filled Me Then And Exacted A Pledge From Life That Life Could Never Fulfill? Sometimes I See The Same Eagerness And Belief In The Faces Of Children And Teenagers And The Sight Brings Back The Same Sadness I Feel In Remembering Myself.