Love Is Nothing But Lust Misspelled.

Gass Once Wrote: "language Serves Not Only To Express Thought But To Make Possible Thoughts Which Could Not Exist Without It." Here Is The Essence Of Mankind's Creative Genius: Not The Edifices Of Civilization Nor The Bang-flash Weapons Which Can End It, But The Words Which Fertilize New Concepts Like Spermatozoa Attacking An Ovum. It Might Be Argued That The Siamese Twin Infants Of Word/idea Are The Only Contribution The Human Species Can, Will, Or Should Make To The Raveling Cosmos.

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

Stupidity Has A Price And It Always Gets Paid.

I Despair At The Rise Of Modern Violence. I Truly Give In To Despair At Times, That Deep, Futureless Pit Of Despair.... I Watch The American Slaughterhouse, The Casual Attacks On Popes, Presidents, And Uncounted Others, And I Wonder If There Are Many More Out There With The Ability Or If Butchery Has Simply Become The Modern Way Of Life.