Time Unbounded Is Hard To Handle.

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.

At Some Point I Believe One Has To Stop Holding Back For Fear Of Alienating Some Imaginary Reader Or Real Relative Or Friend, And Come Out With Personal Truth.

There Is A Proper Balance Between Not Asking Enough Of Oneself And Asking Or Expecting Too Much.

A Body Without Bones Would Be A Limp Impossible Mess, So A Day Without Steady Routine Would Be Disruptive And Chaotic.

We Are Never Done With Thinking About Our Parents, I Suppose, And Come To Know Them Better Long After They Are Dead Than We Ever Did When They Were Alive.