Night Into Morning

When they start calling out the trains, don’t stick out your ticket until someone else does.

To worry about the “lasting impact” of something in the City, is to lose sleep wondering whether this night will last all the way into morning.

No real growth is possible based only an enjoinder, admonitions, and “thou shalt nots.”

Is the REAL joy of the Revolutionist in being, rather than in doing?  But is not “being” a super kind of “doing”?

The other evening I heard this guy with Bush stains on his jacket say, “The twin joys of an intelligent life rightly spent, is first in knowing you lived in full accord with Nature Herself, and second, in knowing that you had no choice.”

J.