Danger's Over, Banana Breakfast Is Saved.

There Is No Real Direction Here, Neither Lines Of Power Nor Cooperation. Decisions Are Never Really Made – At Best They Manage To Emerge, From A Chaos Of Peeves, Whims, Hallucinations And All Around Assholery.

This Is America, You Live In It, You Let It Happen. Let It Unfurl.

It's Been A Prevalent Notion. Fallen Sparks. Fragments Of Vessels Broken At The Creation. And Someday, Somehow, Before The End, A Gathering Back To Home. A Messenger From The Kingdom, Arriving At The Last Moment. But I Tell You There Is No Such Message, No Such Home -- Only The Millions Of Last Moments . . . Nothing More. Our History Is An Aggregate Of Last Moments.

Explosion Without An Objective', Declared Miles Blundell, 'is Politics In Its Purest Form'.

This Spiritualist, This Statistician, What Are You Anyway?