But You Want Murderous Feelings?

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?

Every Decade Of My Life I Attempted To Write A Novel. But I Had Nothing To Say. I Was Far Too Self-absorbed, And Now I Realize I Was Writing For Others, So That They'd Applaud Me, See My Genius, Tell Me How Wonderful I Am, Or Be Jealous Of My Success.

Life Is Choice. All Day, Everyday. Who We Talk To, Where We Sit, What We Say, How We Say It. And Our Lives Become Defined By Our Choices. It's As Simple And As Complex As That. And As Powerful. So When I'm Observing That's What I'm Watching For. The Choices People Make

Things Are Strongest Where They're Broken.

Don't Mistake Dramatics For A Conscience.