Kermit — It’s true, I ask myself the question in the last paragraph of that quote almost every night before I sleep. Sadly, I’ve never yet heard the answer.

Goldfish — If anyone can find the moral to this, I’m sure it’s you. Please keep me updated, as ever.

Andre [again] — Heavens to Betsy!

Ani — Shards of glass aren’t entirely essential. But yes, the questions certainly are.

I’m listening.

One of the interesting properties of jet is that although it is as black as black can be (jet black, tee hee) if you draw it across something like a white rock, it’ll write in reddish-brown.

Another interesting property is that jet is warm. It’s a stone, it ought not to be, but it is.

I think there is a moral in this. I haven’t found it yet.

Though, of course, it improves one.

I think it is beginning to show in my eyes.

I looked at them for nearly two hours in the mirror last evening, trying to be quite certain.

And, you know, there’s a kind of look in them that’s never been there until recently. A kind of a–a—-

Well, it’s an intangible look, if you get what I mean.

Not exactly a hungry look, more of a yearning look!

Thank heaven, though, I can control it–one should always be captain of one’s soul, shouldn’t one?

I hide it at times. Because one must hide one’s suffering from the world, mustn’t one?

But at other times I let it show.

And, really, with practice, I think I am going to manage it so that I can turn it off and on-if you get what I mean–almost at will.

Because, you know, in certain costumes that look will be quite unbecoming.

Quite out of Harmony. And Inner Beauty only comes through Inner Harmony, doesn’t it?

Harmony! Harmony! Oh, to be in accord with the Infinite!

Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, “Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?”

(don marquis)

You’ve bought a felt tip pen, haven’t you!