In The Dog-eat-dog Economy, The Doberman Is

In Writing, Fidelity To Fact Leads Eventually To The Poetry Of Truth.

Under The Desert Sun, In The Dogmatic Clarity, The Fables Of Theology And The Myths Of Classical Philosophy Dissolve Like Mist. The Air Is Clean, The Rock Cuts Cruelly Into Flesh; Shatter The Rock And The Odor Of Flint Rises To Your Nostrils, Bitter And Sharp. Whirlwinds Dance Across The Salt Flats, A Pillar Of Dust By Day; The Thornbush Breaks Into Flame At Night. What Does It Mean? It Means Nothing. It Is As It Is And Has No Need For Meaning. The Desert Lies Beneath And Soars Beyond Any Possible Human Qualification. Therefore, Sublime.

I Always Write With My .357 Magnum Handy. Why? Well, You Never Know When God May Try To Interfere.

Humility Is A Virtue When You Have No Other.

Love Flowers Best In Openness And Freedom.