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I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.

It Takes A Long Time For Words To Become Thought.

Do I Think There's Life After Death? No, I Think My Books Are My Life After Death.

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.

Old Age Is Not An Illness, It Is A Timeless Ascent. As Power Diminishes, We Grow Toward The Light.