We move on, we make progress.

No time for anecdotes,
no time for pausing,
no time to waste
no, not at all, no.

Speed, results, benefits, strength,
we are the best
we have no rest.

The Classics are just fools,
why to reflect, why to hesitate?

Money and money define
what we are,
we go straight off.

We, the proud, feel all right,
dehumanising ourselves
as we walk.

The wisdom of Pound.

"...'Anyone can run to excesses,
It is easy to shoot past the mark,
It is hard to stand firm in the middle.' "

Ezra Pound, Cantos, XIII.

Healing, remembering, coming to life again.

Everything gets better and better everyday. I can feel life filling me again with joy and satisfaction as I resume my normal activity. Why have I suffered so much? Obviously, I was an overreacher, a spoilt child.

Now I understand everything, like William Godwin used to say: "Life is the desert and the solitude". So it must be. I am ready to live alone, to be happy alone, to perish alone.

I am satisfied that I have understood my nature and life's nature. I am complete.