CAN IT BE CONDENSED INTO A SINGLE PHRASE? ONE LINE, AN OUTLINE. SAYING EVERYTHING?

These trees are some of the earliest things I remember. The California live oak. The leaves, prickly and warm.

OUR MIND IS OUR OWN MEDIC, HEALING AS IT HURDLES FORWARD, LEAVING NOTHING BUT EMPTINESS BEHIND.

To live among questions, never once seeking an answer.

HERE’S ANOTHER SILLY QUESTION—IS THE GROUND FIRM ENOUGH TO STAND ON?

I must stand up straight, look forward, and Prove, Prove, Prove.

The blank page is like the present, isn't it?