The White May Blossom Swooned Slowly Into

I've Always Been Fascinated By Physics And Cosmology. It Gets More And More Scary The Older You Get.

These Days I Must Take The World In Small And Carefully Measured Doses. It Is A Sort Of Homeopathic Cure I Am Undergoing, Though I Am Not Certain What This Cure Is Meant To Mend. Perhaps I Am Learning To Live Amongst The Living Again. Practising, I Mean. But No, That Is Not It. Being Here Is Just A Way Of Not Being Anywhere.

Life Is Tragic But It's Equally Comic.

Given The World That He Created, It Would Be An Impiety Against God To Believe In Him.

When I Finish A Sentence, After Much Labor, It's Finished. A Certain Point Comes At Which You Can't Do Any More Work On It Because You Know It Will Kill The Sentence.