Man Was An Accident On This World

Writers Must Fortify Themselves With Pride And Egotism As Best They Can. The Process Is Analogous To Using Sandbags And Loose Timbers To Protect A House Against Flood. Writers Are Vulnerable Creatures Like Anyone Else. For What Do They Have In Reality? Not Sandbags, Not Timbers. Just A Flimsy Reputation And A Name.

The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road Is Great Stuff And Deserves To Be Read Aloud. It Compares Quite Favorably To The Walls Of Emerald By Li Chiang Yen, A Chinese Poet Of The Late Tang Period.

Civilization Is The Distance Man Has Placed Between Himself And His Excreta.

Science Fiction Is No More Written For Scientists Than Ghost Stories Are Written For Ghosts.

When Knowledge Becomes Formulated Into A Science, Then It Does Take On A Life Of It's Own, Often Alien To The Human Spirit That Conceived It.