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Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be all right. Merry have we met, and merry have we been; Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! He who endures penance and hardships for another delights in that person's company. If you wait for inspiration you'll be standing on the corner after the parade is a mile down the street. We who are old know that age is more than a disability. It is an intense and varied experience, almost beyond our capacity at times, but something to be carried high. Nothing should be permanent except struggle with the dark side within ourselves. Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once. The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time. So they speak soothingly about progress and the greatest possible happiness, forgetting that happiness is itself poisoned if the measure of suffering has not been fulfilled. Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis "good works" make the man. |
