The Best Antidote I Have Found Is

Hope Does Not Necessarily Have To Take An Object.

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

Life Is A Disease.

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.

The More You Respect And Focus On The Singular And The Strange, The More You Become Aware Of The Universal And Infinite.