A Person Rises On A Word And

It Is All Falling Indelibly Into The Past.

If We Are On The Outside, We Assume A Conspiracy Is The Perfect Working Of A Scheme. Silent Nameless Men With Unadorned Hearts. A Conspiracy Is Everything That Ordinary Life Is Not. It's The Inside Game, Cold, Sure, Undistracted, Forever Closed Off To Us. We Are The Flawed Ones, The Innocents, Trying To Make Some Rough Sense Of The Daily Jostle. Conspirators Have A Logic And A Daring Beyond Our Reach. All Conspiracies Are The Same Taut Story Of Men Who Find Coherence In Some Criminal Act.

Music Is Dangerous In So Many Ways. It's The Most Dangerous Thing In The World.

The Future Belongs To Crowds.

You Gave Yourself Away, Word By Word, Every Time You Opened Your Trap To Speak.