We Either Learn To Accept

Until We See Each Other Again, Keep Your Head Together, Read Some Good Books, Be Useful, Be Happy.

The Muses Are Ghosts, And Sometimes They Come Uninvited.

When We Blew The First Atomic Bomb At White Sands Near The End Of The War, Nobody Knew What Was Going To Happen. There Was A Theory That The Chain Reaction Would Continue Forever. And We Would Have Created A Little Tiny Sun Out There In The Desert That Would Burn Until The End Of The Universe. It Wasn't A Widely Held Theory But It Was A Theory That Nobody Had A Way Of Disproving. There Were People Who Thought It Wouldn't Go Off At All, That It Would Simply Sit Out There And Melt And Produce A Great Big Dirty Cloud Of Radioactivity. Nobody Knew.

Love Among The Ruins... I'll Tell You Something, My Friend: Weird Love's Better Than No Love At All.

Go Now. Our Journey Is Done. And May We Meet Again, In The Clearing, At The End Of The Path.