There Is No Answer. It's

I've Crossed Some Kind Of Invisible Line. I Feel As If I've Come To A Place I Never Thought I'd Have To Come To. And I Don't Know How I Got Here. It's A Strange Place. It's A Place Where A Little Harmless Dreaming And Then Some Sleepy, Early-morning Talk Has Led Me Into Considerations Of Death And Annihilation.

Ralph Also Took Some Classes In Philosophy And Literature And Felt Himself On The Brink Of Some Kind Of Huge Discovery About Himself. But It Never Came.

Woke Up This Morning With A Terrific Urge To Lie In Bed All Day And Read.

Remember Haydn's 104 Symphonies. Not All Of Them Were Great. But There Were 104 Of Them.

Fiction Shows The External Effects Of Internal Conditions. Be Aware Of The Tension Between Internal And External Movement.