I'm Not Altogether Certain That

I Went Away And Cried To The Master Of The Universe, "what Have You Done To Me? A Mind Like This I Need For A Son? A Heart I Need For A Son, A Soul I Need For A Son, Compassion I Want From My Son, Righteousness, Mercy, Strength To Suffer And Carry Pain, That I Want From My Son, Not A Mind Without A Soul!"

We Need To Listen To One Another.

I Get Up Around 6:30. I Work From About 8:00 To 1:00, Take A Break For Lunch, Work Again Until About 5:00, And Then Go For A Long Walk And Have Dinner. Then, If My Wife And I Have No Previous Plans, We Decide What To Do For The Evening.

But Today We Become Aware Of Other Readings Of The Human Experience Very Quickly Because Of The Media And The Speed With Which People Travel The Planet.

Literature Presents You With Alternate Mappings Of The Human Experience. You See That The Experiences Of Other People And Other Cultures Are As Rich, Coherent, And Troubled As Your Own Experiences. They Are As Beset With Suffering As Yours. Literature Is A Kind Of Legitimate Voyeurism Through The Keyhole Of Language Where You Really Come To Know Other People's Lives--their Anguish, Their Loves, Their Passions. Often You Discover That Once You Dive Into Those Lives And Get Below The Surface, The Veneer, There Is A Real Closeness.