Saturday, December 3, 1977

As it turned out, however, I was saved—as I said, by the sticker—but it was not by the sticker, but by what the sticker said—its life saving message—which cannot be described in mere words—a quote—because it was not what the sicker said—or, however, how I read it—because that was not important, not even relevant, except in my situation—and it is what the sticker meant to me, my interpretation—not just the writing—the symbols on the sticker—but the whole meaning altogether—the shape of it, the colors—oh, those symbolic colors were as much of a factor as the writing on the sticker itself.