Death is always on its way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life....we get to think of… - Paul Bowles

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really...How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well…How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another.

You know, everyone here's got some little peccadillo he's hoping to hide.

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