to have even a moment of life that is not a “crossroads moment?”
Is it possible ever not to be let down?
Is it possible that the greatest accused pessimist is such an optimist that he nearly always feels let down?
Is it possible that I have aged to such an extent that there are no thoughts left in my head?
Is anything possible anyway? (Yes, I realize I’ve reversed the tenor of the rhetorical attack.)
(Why should I even have to say that?)
Is it possible that there is a place out there where clarity is tempered by wisdom, intellect by perspective? Or is it always a Hobson’s choice between the facile, preening intellectual and the wrongheaded, reactionary everyman?
I should have been a monk.