I am too tired to fight fifty. The role of middle age is still not apparent to me, but I know that I will eventually get it-I have to as there is no other choice. Bringing this glass to my face I am aroused by the role age plays in the selection of wine-too far apparent. The glass of Chianti in front of me is deep red and the bouquet is richly berried, finishing off quite dry.

There are three stages of twilight which all start after sunset and end before sunrise. The differences are a matter of degree. The truth is that there are three conceptions as to what constitutes truth: agreement of a thought and reality; eventual verification; and consistency of thought with itself. The differences are also a matter of degree. What happens when it begins to get dark is a range of a thing in time space, and how it is remembered is a matter of interpretation.

It's a fine romance. It was a day and night on the beach when she turns forty. "This is foreplay, my friend. Did you know the feeling one gets straddling across that seat? It is the physical entailment, those simple directions from brain to feet, and an appreciation of the eloquent character of Venice Beach with no apology. This echoes in my head as I cross from the Bike Path over to the main Oceanfront Walk ever so mindful of those who are standing before me and flagging me down. Someone else wants my attention."

FOR THE GOOD OF THE MIND AND SOUL; pro salute anime; I have created these pages in effect for the sake of providing the evidence. Any sequence toward pure evidence which leads me to the affirmation of the circumstance of self is a good enough proposition for creating period. I do not have to be prodded or even persuaded by any outside party to design and then deliver something which I can refer to further on as an exhibition. This exhibition is the culmination of the reality of at least part of my mind and soul, and the combined conviction to go on to that next likely place for more subtle...