I Notice When I'm On These Trips,

To Have A Reason To Get Up In The Morning, It Is Necessary To Have Some Kind Of Guiding Principle. A Belief Of Some Kind

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

Make Notes—i’ve Lost More Material Than I’ve Ever Written. Contrary To Popular Opinion, It’s Not Still Up There In One’s Brain. It’s In Outer Space And It Ain’t Coming Back.

And Do Not Be Paralyzed. It Is Better To Move Than To Be Unable To Move, Because You Fear Loss So Much: Loss Of Order, Loss Of Security, Loss Of Predictability.

And If You Ever Do A Survey, You'll Find That People Prefer Illusion To Reality, Ten To One. Twenty, Even.