Without Response After reading Philip’s long, thought provoking musings, I recalled that I did not want to induce in the depth of the human experience. I want to write about this stipulation I channel, but I do not wish to draw attention that derives from pity. If I am to write about what I feel, there would be pages and pages of words that run off to a fog on paper or screens. I call these patches of fog my memoirs. I do not see how I manage to cope with the days that befall, those that I anticipate, and those that have passed. It is difficult to receive empathetic responses. I say empathic since I’ve failed on the attempt to recruit sympathetic responses. Aye my dear Philip. . . With all respect that I contain for you, I applaud you on your draw.
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