It's life, isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

. . . as one goes through life one learns that if you don't paddle your own canoe, you don't move.

Living wasn't easy for you, was it? You couldn't enter your own life, but you could be someone else. You weren't you then; you were safe.

Life is hard. After all, it kills you.

Without discipline, there's no life at all.