If Self Is A Location, So Is

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir; That Tacitus Was Right And That Peace Is Merely The Desolation Left Behind After The Decisive Operations Of Merciless Power.

I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk Possible.

There Is Not Built-in Meaning To Anything, We Are Free To Add Any Meaning We Choose To Give It.

Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement.