here i was, getting all riled up over people who don't matter. it's a great freedom to be able to look at someone and decide how they affect me. you can't bother me unless i let you. and if i let you, it's because i know you won't even bother trying. i guess i just let go.

i keep seeing the similarities even though you sauntered away too long ago. but of all the gin joints. it means nothing that we're both rushing to where we need to go- rushing in opposite directions toward "matters of consequence."

Et un rapide illuminé, grondant comme le tonnerre, fit trembler la cabine d'aiguillage.

"Ils sont bien pressés, dit le petit prince. Que cherchent-ils ?"

"L'homme de la locomotive l'ignore lui-même ", dit l'aiguilleur.