Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Great Regulars: Now, you are grown up,

and there isn't much left to dream about. So memories intrude, and you wonder at how you got to where you are, how you became who you are. Not that it matters, since, however it happened, there's not much you can do about it.

from Frank Wilson: Books, Inq.: The Epilogue: Meditation . . .

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