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2006-01-01
Maatkare Hatshepsut
B. 1473 BC Egypt / D. 1458 BC Egypt
Unknown
Am I so false? Am I so worsened by failure? Am I alone?
I ask you.
Is The Lord Helps Those Who Help Themselves from someplace in the Bible?
I�ve been trying to recall.
That relationship�technically, was I ever far enough inside to fall out the back, as I�ve been claiming?
Maybe I got a little turned around.
The intermittent publishing of bits of sentences in bunches�is it enough?
I wonder.
What sobered me? What do I pray to? Isn�t it Luck in a wig?
I�m not in the mood for religion.
Haven�t I crammed in enough yet? Look at my deadlines and by-lines, look at my giving. Look how my weeknights bulge with neighborly visits and church meetings. Look at my reading list, look at me when I wrote this, listening to Hindemith. Look at all these cats and say Not enough, not even now?
I�ve run out of fresh resolutions.
Better me, best me�may I dare you? Or better not strain, tell me No.
Everyone�s well-being concerns me.
How can I feel, all the time? What kind of better life could require this? Sponge-like with recourse to a large pump: it really shakes my faith in evolution.
I�m kidding but it does.
Consolation Site: The New Hamptons