Now, However, I See The

Death Is No More Than Passing From One Room Into Another.

I Feel The Delightful, Velvety Texture Of A Flower, And Discover Its Remarkable Convolutions; And Something Of The Miracle Of Nature Is Revealed To Me.

Smells Are The Fallen Angels Of The Senses.

Life Is Short And Unpredictable. Eat The Dessert First!

Literature Is My Utopia. Here I Am Not Disenfranchised. No Barrier Of The Senses Shuts Me Out From The Sweet, Gracious Discourse Of My Book Friends. They Talk To Me Without Embarrassment Or Awkwardness.