Luck Ran Out, But Smart

. . . For A Lifetime Was But A Moment In That Place, And Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven. And In The Darkness David Closed His Eyes, As All That Was Lost Was Found Again.

It Was An Overcast Late November Morning, The Grass Splintered By Hoarfrost, And Winter Grinning Through The Gaps In The Clouds Like A Bad Clown Peering Through The Curtains Before The Show Begins.

Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven.

David's Mother Would Often Tell Him Stories Were Alive. They Weren't Alive In The Way People Were Alive,or Even Dogs Or Cats. People Were Alive Whether You Chose To Notice Them Or Not, While Dogs Tended To Make You Notice Them If They Decided That You Weren't Paying Enough Attention. Cats, Meanwhile, Were Very Good At Pretending People Didn't Exist At All When It Suited Them.

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.