The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness.

Sometimes to keep it together, you've got to leave it alone.

Across my life only one work will be written: "waste" _ waste of love, waste of talent, waste of enterprise.

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time

Across my life only one word will be written: "waste" - waste of life, waste of talent, waste of enterprise.

...life allowed to waste like a tap left running.