A Novel Is A Book With A

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

'cause Humans, Above All, Fear Intelligence. How Humans, Scared Out Of Their Minds, Gather Whatever Intelligence They Can Put Their Hands On And Put It All In A Central Penitentiary Named Facts.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

Those Who Are Driven By Poverty, Those Who're Free From Material Worries Hunger Exhausting Labor A Joyless Existence Ask The Same Question, The Question Of Meaning.