Birds are holes in heaven through which a man may pass, - Jim Harrison

I have this sense of being a prematurely old man in a quarrel with himself over the worth of his life, a hopelessly bullshit notion.

It seemed altogether right to him that they would drive through the small village of Paradise. It would be hard to find someone less demanding of life than Brown Dog and his current position was beyond his most strenuous ambitions.

There is the question of whether life is long enough to get over anything. I sat down on the ground to avoid tipping over from the enormity of it all.