This Is An Exercise In

The Examined Life Is No Picnic.

If I Don't Have Time To Live My Life Well The First Time, When Am I Going To Find The Time To Go Back And Live It Over?

If We Could Just Figure Out How To Have More Fun At It, Maybe More Of Us Would Join The Ranks Of Those Who Seek After Justice And Mercy.

For Thirty Years Now, In Times Of Stress And Strain, When Something Has Me Backed Against The Wall And I'm Ready To Do Something Really Stupid With My Anger, A Sorrowful Face Appears In My Mind And Asks... "problem Or Inconvenience?" I Think Of This As The Wollman Test Of Reality. Life Is Lumpy. And A Lump In The Oatmeal, A Lump In The Throat, And A Lump In The Breast Are Not The Same Lump. One Should Learn The Difference.

And I’m Not Confused About The Lack Of, Or The Need For, Imagination In Low Or High Places. We Could Do Better We Must Do Better. There Are Far Worse Things To Drop On People Than Crayolas.