Nature, Or The World, Or Reality, Is

By All Means Break The Rules, And Break Them Beautifully, Deliberately And Well.

In A Badly Designed Book, The Letters Mill And Stand Like Starving Horses In A Field. In A Book Designed By Rote, They Sit Like Stale Bread And Mutton On The Page. In A Well-made Book, Where Designer, Compositor And Printer Have All Done Their Jobs, No Matter How Many Thousands Of Lines And Pages, The Letters Are Alive. They Dance In Their Seats. Sometimes They Rise And Dance In The Margins And Aisles.

If You Divide The World Into Them And Us, And History Into Ours And Theirs, Or If You Think Of History As Something Only You And Your Affiliates Possess, Then No Matter What You Know, No Matter How Noble Your Intentions, You Have Taken One Step Toward The Destruction Of The World.

Essay On Adam" There Are Five Possibilities. One: Adam Fell. Two: He Was Pushed. Three: He Jumped. Four: He Only Looked Over The Edge, And One Look Silenced Him. Five: Nothing Worth Mentioning Happened To Adam. The First, That He Fell, Is Too Simple. The Fourth, Fear, We Have Tried And Found Useless. The Fifth, Nothing Happened, Is Dull. The Choice Is Between: He Jumped Or Was Pushed. And The Difference Between These Is Only An Issue Of Whether The Demons Work From The Inside Out Or From The Outside In: The One Theological Question.

Wings Are A Constraint That Makes It Possible To Fly.