If Reality Had A Stage Door I'd

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.

A Family Is Everybody All Together.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.

Explorers Have To Be Ready To Die Lost.