My Arm Was Not What

It's My Motto For Life. 'walk Slowly; Drink Lots Of Water.

I Wondered If She Was Trying To Convey Something To Me, Something She Could Not Put Into Words - Something Prior To Words That She Could Not Grasp Within Herself And Which Therefore Had No Hope Of Ever Turning Into Words.

I Generally Concentrate On Work For Three Or Four Hours Every Morning. I Sit At My Desk And Focus Totally On What I’m Writing. I Don’t See Anything Else, I Don’t Think About Anything Else.

Let The Wind Change Direction A Little Bit, And Their Cries Turned To Whispers.

I Move, Therefore I Am.