...all Them Things I Don't Know Could

I Am Influenced By Words And The Chewiness Of Language

And It May Be That Love Sometimes Occurs Without Pain Or Misery.

Walking On The Land Or Digging In The Fine Soil I Am Intensely Aware That Time Quivers Slightly, Changes Occurring In Imperceptible And Minute Ways, Accumulating So Subtly That They Seem Not To Exist. Yet The Tiny Shifts In Everything--cell Replication, The Rain Of Dust Motes, Lengthening Hair, Wind-pushed Rocks--press Inexorably On And On.

We're All Strange Inside. We Learn How To Disguise Our Differences As We Grow Up.

Wonderful ... I Was Up All Night Reading It, Laughing And Crying Out In Horror.