Man is a mechanism for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things. - John Updike

Some people find fall depressing, others hate spring. I've always been a spring person myself. All that growth, you can feel Nature groaning, the old bitch; she doesn't want to do it, not again, no, anything but that, but she has to. It's a fucking torture rack, all that budding and pushing, the sap up the tree trunks, the weeds and the insects getting set to fight it out once again, the seeds trying to remember how the hell the DNA is supposed to go, all that competition for a little bit of nitrogen; Christ, it's cruel.

What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?

[Thelma] "...We're too old to keep being foolish."