Sleep Is Over-rated. Have You

He'd Discovered That His Memories Of That Summer Were Like Bad Movie Montages - Young Lovers Tossing A Frisbee In The Park, Sharing A Melting Ice-cream Cone, Bicycling Along The River, Laughing, Talking, Kissing, A Sappy Score Drowning Out The Dialogue Because The Screenwriter Had No Idea What These Two People Might Say To Each Other.

To His Surprise He Also Discovered That It Was Possible To Be Good At What You Had Little Interest In, Just As It Had Been Possible To Be Bad At Something, Whether Painting Or Poetry, That You Cared About A Great Deal.

Have You Ever Noticed That When People Use The Expression 'i Have To Say', What Follows Usually Needn't Be Said?

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

And There Comes A Time In Your Life When You Realize That If You Don't Take The Opportunity To Be Happy, You May Never Get Another Chance Again.