I Will Walk Heavy, And

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

I'm Not Independently Wealthy.

To Read" Actually Comes From The Latin Reri "to Calculate, To Think" Which Is Not Only The Progenitor Of "read" But Of "reason" As Well, Both Of Which Hail From The Greek Arariskein "to Fit." Aside From Giving Us "reason," Arariskein Also Gives Us An Unlikely Sibling, Latin Arma Meaning "weapons." It Seems That "to Fit" The World Or To Make Sense Of It Requires Either Reason Or Arms.

...life's Big. If You Can't Fix It, Give It A Spin.

I Think That's What Finally Stopped Me. I Slid Right To The Edge. My Legs Were Hanging Over. And I Could Feel It Too. I Don't Know How. There Was No Wind, No Sound, No Change Of Temperature. There Was Just This Terrible Emptiness Reaching Up For Me.