23 Days

matisse 10

Tomorrow I’m flying back for a funeral, so I might forget you again.  Or I might not.  Maybe I’ll have a deep spiritual thought at Penn Station while I’m waiting for the train.

Today was another Shakespeare day, and having his words in the room with me feels as good as my humidifier, this time of year, or a jacuzzi, or going in a greenhouse in the middle of stupid winter, “we few, we happy few.”

Deep spiritual thought:

I would think “winter” when Epictetus says “those” and “they.”

Do you think that anybody can damage your soul?  Then why are you embarrassed?  I laugh at those who think they can damage me.  They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live.



I’m just leaning so heavily on SNL, it’s embarrassing, but I don’t care.


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