Before there were consequences, there was truth. Let's say there are only two whatevers - those with innie navels and those with outies. The innies are constricted, fixed opinioned, self-conscious, and kinda dull. The outies are progressive, forgiving, generous, and inquisitive. Which one are you? What if life was so dichotomous? Why waste space here pretending there's truth in them thar hills?

The preceding was an exercise in reducing everything to right or wrong. I did this because the past 24 hours were paradisiacal. Greek doctors at 10, Monalympics in the night - - to be loved is life-affirming. It was so right.
The feeling is like making the grade not like sandpapering a carrot.

From '08
Now the drapes are drawn and another night signals it's here even though I still don't know why we found it. I sleep with certainty that tomorrow I'll wake up next to her and say prayers of thanks that I mean more than everything said here. It's for her that I say this It's for her that I live