If Something Anticipated Arrives Too

... People Misunderstood Death, They Died Not Of Too Little Life But Of Too Much Life, That As The Skin Withered And The Future Grew Short It Was The Past That Took On Flesh, Until Ultimately The Sheer Accumulation Of Experience And Memory Became Too Heavy To Carry.

We Overlook How Much In Our Lives Is Invisible; Love, For Instance; Thought, God, The Future, Time, Faith, Hope And Even The Electricity That Brings Us Light.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.

... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

The Best Things Arrive On Time.