Beggars Beg To Get Money, Not To

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

Pursuit Of The Approximate Can Conclude. Not So Pursuit Of The Absolute.

Even The Most Fickle Are Faithful To A Few Bad Habits.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.