Yes, well, he's also a fool. There are truly hundreds
of things that fly by me at all times, in the course of
a day - and I try to grab and treasure what it is I may.
It's not easy; in the same way holding candlelight is
not easy. Life like this glimmers and flickers.
If I were some Buddhist high on a hill, I'd want for
nothing at all. I'd scan the sky and draw conclusions,
all while saying 'nothing's really here at all.'