Borrowed Dust

At the quickly fading age of 90, Stanley Kunitz finished one of his greatest poetry works, "Passing Through" with the words: "nothing is truly mine except my name. I only borrowed this dust." I find it essential to look at life in this way. It is fleeting. On this side of eternity I am merely borrowed dust.

Saturday, September 11

Sleeping Beauty

I cannot remember the last time I slept so long. It's a beautiful thing. "How long," you ask? Well, I slept twelve and a half hours. I fell asleep at 7pm. Not bad, right? I feel great.

I don't have a lot to say right now, I pretty much just wanted to boast about my beauty sleep. It's unbelievable. You should try it sometime soon. I feel better than I have in a long, long, long time. Yes, three longs.

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