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I Talk About Very Serious Human Affairs But With A Lightness Of Heart.

If You Notice Phrases, Ideas, And Anecdotes That Closely Resemble Those That Appear Elsewhere In My Writing, It's Not A Matter Of Sloppy Editing. I'm Repeating Myself. I'm Reshuffling Words In The Hope That Just Once I Might Say Something Exactly Right. And I'm Still Wrestling With Dilemmas That Are Not Easily Resolved Or Easily Dismissed. I Run At Them Again And Again Because I Am Not Finished With Them. Any May Never Be. Work-in- Progress On A Life-in-progress Is What My Writing Is About. And Some Progress In The Work Is Enough To Keep It Going On.

The Indian Danced On Alone. The Crowd Clapped Up The Beat. The Indian Danced With A Chair. The Crowd Went Crazy. The Band Faded. The Crowd Cheered. The Indian Held Up His Hands For Silence As If To Make A Speech. Looking At The Band And Then The Crowd, The Indian Said, "well, What're You Waiting For? Let's Dance.

And Sure, I Know If You Eat This Way You'll Die. So? If You Don't Eat This Way You're Still Going To Die. Why Not Die Happy?

So You Drive As Far As You Can, Even When You Can Clearly Read The Sign. You Want To Think You Are Exempt, That It Doesn’t Apply To You. But It Does. Life Is Still A Dead End. And We Still Have A Hard Time Believing It