Being An Atheist Is A Matter Not

If Anything Might Hurt Her, Silence Would; And I Wanted To Hurt Her.

I Am One In A Row Of Specimens. It's When I Try To Flutter Out Of Line That He Hates Me. I'm Meant To Be Dead, Pinned, Always The Same, Always Beautiful. He Knows That Part Of My Beauty Is Being Alive. But It's The Dead Me He Wants. He Wants Me Living-but-dead.

The Battle Was Over. Our Casualties Were Some Thirteen Thousand Killed--thirteen Thousand Minds, Memories, Loves, Sensations, Worlds, Universes--because The Human Mind Is More A Universe Than The Universe Itself--and All For A Few Hundred Yards Of Useless Mud.

That Is The Great Distinction Between The Sexes. Men See Objects, Women See The Relationships Between Objects.

Alive. Alive In The Way That Death Is Alive.