A Whole Lot of Littles

In most instances, the best prayer is willful silence.  The key words, of course, being “willful.” (And one more thing:  the word “silence” refers to the inner kind as well.)

Have you noticed how the forbidden seems to have an erotic language all its own?  No?  Then what tongue do you find foreign?

That which begins in anger will never finish in Tahiti.

What might life be if there were no such words as “but” and “although”?

Time may, indeed, cure all ills, but my god, how long do you want to live.

A whole lot of littles
can make a lot,
but a whole lot of nothings,
cannot.

J.