To The Person In The

Only I Wasn't Steering Anything, Not Even Myself.

Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

…* To Learn That Money Makes Life Smooth In Some Ways, And To Feel How Tight And Threadbare Life Is If You Have Too Little. * To Despise Money, Which Is A Farce, Mere Paper, And To Hate What You Have To Do For It, And Yet To Long To Have It In Order To Be Free From Slaving For It. * To Yearn Toward Art, Music, Ballet And Good Books, And Get Them Only In Tantalizing Snatches.

Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.