After All This Time, It Seems To

He Called Out To His Fellow Monks,'come Quickly I Am Tasting Stars.

I Wasn't Disappointed. My Expectations Had Been Met.

I Still Think That Maybe The "afterlife" Is Just Something We Made Up To Ease The Pain Of Loss, To Make Our Time In The Labyrinth Bearable. Maybe We Are Just Matter, And Matter Gets Recycled

Francois Rabelais. He Was A Poet. And His Last Words Were "i Go To Seek A Great Perhaps." That's Why I'm Going. So I Don't Have To Wait Until I Die To Start Seeking A Great Perhaps.

Books Are Seldom Useful Unless They Are Also Beautiful.