Irrationality Is The Square Root Of All

What Is An "i", And Why Are Such Things Found (at Least So Far) Only In Association With, As Poet Russell Edson Once Wonderfully Phrased It, "teetering Bulbs Of Dread And Dream" - That Is, Only In Association With Certain Kinds Of Gooey Lumps Encased In Hard Protective Shells Mounted Atop Mobile Pedestals That Roam The World On Pairs Of Slightly Fuzzy, Jointed Stilts?

The Proverbial German Phenomenon Of The Verb-at-the-end About Which Droll Tales Of Absentminded Professors Who Would Begin A Sentence, Ramble On For An Entire Lecture, And Then Finish Up By Rattling Off A String Of Verbs By Which Their Audience, For Whom The Stack Had Long Since Lost Its Coherence, Would Be Totally Nonplussed, Are Told, Is An Excellent Example Of Linguistic Recursion.

Meaning Lies As Much In The Mind Of The Reader As In The Haiku.

In Fact, A Sense Of Essence Is, In Essence, The Essence Of Sense, In Effect.

Many People Believe That Our Lives End Not When We Die But When The Very Last Person Who Knew Us Dies. Memory Is Part Of It, Yes, But I Think It's Much More Than Memory.