What A Word Is Truth. Slippery, Tricky,

Rebels Seldom Make Good Revolutionaries, Because Organized Action, Even Union With Other People, Is Not Possible For Them.

Decisions, Particularly Important Ones, Have Always Made Me Sleepy, Perhaps Because I Know That I Will Have To Make Them By Instinct, And Thinking Things Out Is Only What Other People Tell Me I Should Do.

But Success And Failure Are Not True Opposites, And They're Not Even In The Same Class. I Mean, They're Not Even A Couch And A Chair.

We Will Not Think Noble Because We Are Not Noble. We Will Not Live In Beautiful Harmony Because There Is No Such Thing In This World, Nor Should There Be. We Promise Only To Do Our Best And To Live Out Our Lives. Dear God, That's All We Can Promise In Truth.

We Are A People Who Do Not Want To Keep Much Of The Past In Our Heads. It Is Considered Unhealthy In America To Remember Mistakes, Neurotic To Think About Them, Psychotic To Dwell On Them.