I Do Not Fear It: I Have

But Life Is Long. And It Is The Long Run That Balances The Short Flare Of Interest And Passion.

I Smile, Now, Thinking: We All Like To Think We Are Important Enough To Need Psychiatrists

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.

The Constant Struggle In Mature Life, I Think, Is To Accept The Necessity Of Tragedy And Conflict, And Not To Try To Escape To Some Falsely Simple Solution Which Does Not Include These More Somber Complexities.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.