This morning, heading out for the day in a tizzy, running through all of the places I had to be and things I had to do, Morrison said to me, soft like a morning poet: go safely to the places you are going, and it really stopped me, in the best of ways. I get too caught up in the mania of doing that sometimes I hurt myself, so says the cut on my finger from when I knifed myself trying to open a box yesterday. And so I say to myself, and to all of You: go safely, to all of the places you are going.