To Lack Feeling Is To

There Was Rarely An Obvious Branching Point In A Person's Life. People Changed Slowly, Over Time. You Didn't Take On Step, Then Find Yourself In A Completely New Location. You First Took A Little Step Off A Path To Avoid Some Rocks. For A While, You Walked Alongside The Path, But Then You Wandered Out A Little Way To Step On Softer Soil. Then You Stopped Paying Attention As You Drifted Farther And Farther Away. Finally, You Found Yourself In The Wrong City, Wondering Why The Signs On The Roadway Hadn't Led You Better.

We Were Like Deaf People Trying To Dance To A Beat We Couldn't Hear, Long After The Music Actually Stopped.

People See In Stories What They’re Looking For, My Young Friend.

I Am What The Universe Made Me To Be, My Dear.

In The End, I Must Proclaim That No Good Can Be Achieved Of False Means. For The Substance Of Our Existence Is Not In The Achievement, But In The Method.