Distance Was A Dangerous Thing,

The Law Is A Grim, Unsmiling Thing. Not Justice, Though. Justice Is Witty And Whimsical And Kind And Caring.

What Folly Made Young People, Even Those In Middle Age, Think They Were Immortal? How Much Better, Their Lives, If They Could Remember The End. Carrying Your Death With You Every Day Would Make It Hard To Waste Time On Unkindness And Anger And Bitterness, On Anything Petty. That Was The Secret: Remembering Your Dying Time, In Order To Keep The Stupid And The Ugly Out Of Your Living Time.

Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.

Where Humans Are Concerned, The Only Emotion That Made Sense Was Wonder, At Their Ability To Endure.

Lately You Are Brooding Too Much About Rights. Give Up This Dangerous Habit.