If you’ve got an unexamined life

Don’t count me in it

You’re not thinkin on your actions

Kindly cut me out

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Fleeting fancy suits me fine

But I don’t do casual

I favor care among my company

I like eatin til I’m full

/

I don’t have great need of anything

I like folks who tell it straight

I’m not windin up or squaring off

I’ve a resignation toward my fate

/

I prefer a roaming life

Though it’s painful to depart

I’ve got relations with my sorrows

I keep track of my own heart

/

So when I leave you in the dust

It won’t be cause you’re mean

The reason’s you aint nothing new

And there’s plenty I’ve not seen

Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry

This is a dead end.

If you have already begun–you have–then you are closer now to a moment when it all has passed. You are nearer to the relief or grief of an ending.

How can it matter? What is significant about the distance

or substance

between here and there?