Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.

I Do Not Just Write, I Write What I Am. If There Is A Secret, Perhaps That Is It.

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

It Is Strange How The Elderly Fall Silent When They Ought To Go On Speaking, Obliging The Young To Learn Everything From Scratch.

Strictly Speaking, We Do Not Make Decisions. Decisions Make Us.

The Sun Appears In One Of The Upper Corners Of The Rectangle, On The Left Of Anyone Looking At The Picture.