I Am Trying To Check My Habits

Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.

In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

Ideas Are One Thing And What Happens Is Another.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?