It always takes you by surprise a little when you find that others are really more fragile than you are - less durable. Isn't it always you who thinks he's at the end of his rope, unhinged, unglued, one second pre-shatter? Maybe when you live just an inch away from that possibility, you never quite have to go there. And these others with their confidence and certainties - you should be ready to catch them, or help them up, or at least get the hell out of their way.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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