It Takes Practice To Shave The Skin

We Are Only Midway Through The Central Verse Of Our Youth When We See Ourselves Begin To Blacken. ... We Had Been Seduced Into Thinking That We Were Immortal And Suddenly The Affair Is Over.

The Words We Read And Words We Write Never Say Exactly What We Mean. The People We Love Are Never Just As We Desire Them. The Two Symbola Never Perfectly Match. Eros Is In Between.

We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life.

You Can Never Know Enough, Never Work Enough, Never Use The Infinitives And Participles Oddly Enough, Never Impede The Movement Harshly Enough, Never Leave The Mind Quickly Enough.

Myths Are Stories About People Who Become Too Big For Their Lives Temporarily, So That They Crash Into Other Lives Or Brush Against Gods. In Crisis Their Souls Are Visible.