Hatred Makes Me Energetic, But Confused.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

The Horizon Is More Than A Convention Of Landscape Painting, Less Than Truth.

Self-realization Sounds Good. But What If Only An Enraged Dwarf Emerges?

If A Problem Is Insoluble, It Is Necessity. Leave It Alone.