Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared

To All The Callahan's Places There Ever Were Or Ever Will Be, Whatever They May Be Called — And To All The Merry Maniacs And Happy Fools Who Are Fortunate Enough To Stumble Into One: May None Of Them Arrive Too Late!

Now That I Finally Have The Time For It, This Web Surfing Stuff Turns Out To Be As Interesting And Fun And Addictive As You've All Been Telling Me. Zipping From Link To Link, Chasing An Idea Across The Noosphere, Sucking Up Information Like A Killer Whale - Way Cool.

You Know What Gives Me The Courage To Keep On Living? The Courage To Love Myself A Little? It's Having A Whole Bunch Of Friends Who Really Give A Goddamn. When You Share Pain, There's Less Of It, And When You Share Joy, There's More Of It.

We Did Make Use, From Time To Time, Of Candles, Neckties, Scarves, Shoelaces, A Little Water-color Paintbrush, Her Hairbrush, Butter, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, My Swedish Hand Vibrator, A Fascinating Bead Necklace She Had, Miscellaneous Common Household Items, And Every Molecule Of Flesh That Was Exposed To Air Or Could Be Located With Strenuous Search.

This Is What It Is To Be Human: To See The Essential Existential Futility Of All Action, All Striving -- And To Act, To Strive. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Reach Forever Beyond Your Grasp. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Live Forever Or Die Trying. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Perpetually Ask The Unanswerable Questions, In The Hope That The Asking Of Them Will Somehow Hasten The Day When They Will Be Answered. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Strive In The Face Of The Certainty Of Failure. This Is What It Is To Be Human: To Persist.