Which is more elusive, time or love? Can either concept be defined? Is there any kind of relationship between the two?
We over-thinkers generally have more questions than answers.
All my life I've waited for what I have now. It's been a great life. Can you imagine how miserable I would have been if I had known that I was waiting? If I had driven faster or if I had not dropped logic, everything would be different. If I had slept later two or three times, if I had not played that last show at the Borderline or if I had not bought that pair of shoes, I would be coasting in the wrong gear.
If James Grissom had not written Follies Of God or if I had not read it, and if I had not banged on the door like a madman as the sun was coming up to "explain" it, I would have missed my entire purpose.
Do I believe in magic? It's all magic, buddy.
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