We Are The Storytelling Animal.

Our Lives Disconnect And Reconnect, We Move On, And Later We May Again Touch One Another, Again Bounce Away. This Is The Felt Shape Of A Human Life, Neither Simply Linear Nor Wholly Disjunctive Nor Endlessly Bifurcating, But Rather This Bouncey-castle Sequence Of Bumpings-into And Tumblings-apart.

Look At History. It's Not The Account Of A Species At Peace.

I'm Not Saying I Am Never Going To Fall In Love Again, But There Is No Need To Marry.

My Horizon's Have Shrunk And I Have Only Endings To Write.

I Know Who I Am, I Know What I'm For, And I Know What I'm Willing To Fight For.