Sublime

This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.

In my experience of it, age has a tendency to make one’s sense of oneself harder to maintain, less robust in some ways.

I don’t know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me in those days,

“I just think there has to be a Jesus, to say ‘beautiful’ about things no one else would ever see. The precious things should be looked to, whatever becomes of the rest of it. I hope that doesn’t sound harsh.”

My reputation is largely the creature of the kindly imaginings of my flock, whom I chose not to disillusion, in part because the truth had the kind of pathos in it that would bring on sympathy in its least bearable forms.