Was it nothing more than a
bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that
way. "Is anybody
there?" said the traveler
knocking on the
moonlit door.
I wish I would have a real tragic and become a
bum for a few years, because I was thinking of doing that
anyway. I'll see a
splendid city where great ideas are born in
the minds of the
populace, ideas that
go forth to illuminate
the darkened corners of the world....And I'll know people
like you,
people who have thoughts in their heads and
quick tongues with which to voice them, and we'll sit in cafes and we'll drink
s i carries grace
within it. Whether or not they ever
find
life there, I think Jupiter should be declared an enemy planet.
lo v e a f f a i r
and get so bummed out that I'd just quit my
t o g e t h e r
and we'll clash violently
in words, and we'll talk
for the rest of our lives in divine
excitement. I don't think God put me
on
this
planet
to judge
others. I think she put me on this planet to gather specimens and take them back to my home
planet. To learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of
desired i magi nary
world, some
imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave
it as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it. The world is not imperfect or along a path to
perfection. No, it is perfect at every
moment; every
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