A million dollars? For a cow?

If I raise one corner for someone and he cannot come back with the other three, I do not go on.

We are eternally Spiritual Beings, even in human form.

I am not the born how can there be either birth or death for me?

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

What helps me is yogic breathing, dropping my spiritual level where I am really, really clear that I am playing a character.

Place the contents of the Chess box in a hat, shake them up vigorously, pour them on the board from a height of two feet, and you get the style of Steinitz

I'm a version of the same person.

I thought about ancient times when we didn't have electric light. People were slaves to the ebb and the flow of the light cycle. Good Morning and Good Night represents one light cycle.

Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open. I am awake.

This thought is as a death.