A Worthy, Doomed Metaphysical Poet

The disappointing truth is that most lives are failures from the general human standpoint. Many of us rarely move from wish to purpose. Those who do often move, if at all, slowly. I still haven’t replaced a hubcap lost somewhere on the Texas highway system last November. For those who do execute this jiu-jitsu of the will by which daydreams are converted to to-do lists and calendar appointments, the resulting plans, even—perhaps, especially—brilliant plans, have a strange tendency to gang agley. Aft, even.