He said: "In the quiet, when I'm driving between home and and back, I marvel at the stillness of time as it gently flows over us and around us, each moment different than the one just past, but each moving to the same place eventually. In between the present breathing and the anticipation of the next one, there is a peace in the creation of another piece of movement in the world that I am a member of, riding on a sea of memory, sadness, and joy. Moments of life from when I was a child appear and then are gone, like a breath. It is in this manner that I survive. It is in this manner that we all, I suppose, survive. The story is in the breath and as we wait for the next part of the story, it becomes the past and we begin to remember all over again."

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