And It Is Still True,

The Examined Life Is No Picnic.

The Winding Down Of Summer Puts Me In A Heavy Philosophical Mood.

We Even Make Ourselves Up, Fusing What We Are With What We Wish Into What We Must Become. I'm Not Sure Why It Must Be So, But It Is.

Life Is Lumpy. And A Lump In The Oatmeal, A Lump In The Throat, And A Lump In A Breast Are Not The Same Lump. One Should Learn The Difference.

But Love May Have To Be Left Off The Exam. Most Of Us Will Never Learn.