Everything Previously Moving With The Grain Is

There Is Always A Part Of My Mind That Is Preparing For The Worst, And Another Part Of My Mind That Believes If I Prepare Enough For It, The Worst Won’t Happen.

Mother, Who Has An Absolute Belief That It Is Not The Cards That One Is Dealt In Life, It Is How One Plays Them, Is, By Far, The Highest Card I Was Dealt.

The Complexities Of What We Are Given In Life Are Vast And Beyond Comprehension.

Suicide Carries In Its Aftermath A Level Of Confusion And Devastation That Is, For The Most Part, Beyond Description.

I Long Ago Abandoned The Notion Of A Life Without Storms, Or A World Without Dry And Killing Seasons. Life Is Too Complicated, Too Constantly Changing, To Be Anything But What It Is. And I Am, By Nature, Too Mercurial To Be Anything But Deeply Wary Of The Grave Unnaturalness Involved In Any Attempt To Exert Too Much Control Over Essentially Uncontrollable Forces. There Will Always Be Propelling, Disturbing Elements, And They Will Be There Until, As Lowell Put It, The Watch Is Taken From The Wrist.