There Are No Wrong Turnings.

What Man Would Dare Believe That All He Planned Might Come To Pass?

A Hard Truth: That Courage Can Be Without Meaning Or Impact, Need Not Be Rewarded, Or Even Known. The World Has Not Been Made In That Way. Perhaps, However, Within The Self There Might Come A Resonance, The Awareness Of Having Done Something Difficult, Of Having Done . . . Something.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.