Walked in the heat after supper as sunset wavered, and felt after all these years no longer wistful.

It makes no difference what any one else does, whether the fates provide the rest or not. I have at last cleared my path, opened toward what answers the thirst in my soul. That is all that is asked of me.

It's not the having. It's the being open to the having. Whether there's a snowball's chance on a Texas night in July of receiving that or not.

To live truth.

There is nothing but suffering and wistfulness in denying what is essential to your life.