At several points during the drive, I ask myself just what the hell I’m doing. There’s two of us in the car, and we’re talking less than I thought we would. I don’t quite know how to put it into … Continue reading
My head’s in eight different places. I’m in Morgan Hill, I’m in Pasadena, I’m somewhere between Albuquerque and Tulsa, I’m in Philadelphia and I’m somewhere in the great big Future, doing God-knows-what with God-knows-who. But for now, I’m folding clothes. … Continue reading
I don’t write because I fear I have nothing to say. Then, as time passes, I don’t write because I fear I have too much to say and no way to express it. So I write because the words don’t … Continue reading
There are three dimensions of any complete life to which we can fitly give the words of this text: length, breadth and height. The length of life as we shall think of it here is not its duration or its … Continue reading