Coincidence Is The Word We Use When

It Occurs To Me To Wonder: Do I Believe In Any God, Or Even Positively Not Believe, As James Does? I Believe In Systems And Methods. I Believe In The Beauties Of Philosophy And Poetry. I Believe That The Work We Do And Leave Behind Us Is Our Afterlife; And I Believe That History Lies, But Sometimes So Well That I Can't Bring Myself To Resent It. I Believe That Truth Is Beauty, But Not, I'm Afraid, The Reverse. It Doesn't Seem Sufficient To Sustain One In Life's Rigorous Moments. Perhaps I Shall Embrace Islam. Its Standards For Poetry Seem Very High.

We're All Immortal Until We Die.

Coincidence Is The Word We Use When We Can't See The Levers And Pulleys.

Sex Without Love Is Like A Goddamn Business Transaction. And Sometimes Both Parties Feel As If They Got A Good Deal, But That Doesn't Make It Any Less So.

Is Negative Space The Space You Don't Like, Or The Space That Is Not There? And If It's Not There How Can You Tell?