"When I first came here it was a pure country. There was music and dancing and magic every day in the streets. "Now it's finished, everything. Even t… - Paul Bowles

A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.

The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels.

One can only worry so much, however; then one becomes philosophical. I suppose philosophy is merely sublimated worry.