…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.

Miracles Occur, If You Dare To Call Those Spasmodic Tricks Of Radiance Miracles. The Wait's Begun Again, The Long Wait For The Angel, For That Rare, Random Descent.

Oh, Something Is There, Waiting For Me. Perhaps Someday The Revelation Will Burst In Upon Me And I Will See The Other Side Of This Monumental Grotesque Joke. And Then I'll Laugh. And Then I'll Know What Life Is.

I Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.