Everything Has To Evolve Or Else It

Looking Back Now Across Fifteen Years I Could See With Great Clarity The Fear I Had Lived In, Which Must Mean That In The Interval I Had Succeeded In A Very Important Undertaking: I Must Have Made My Escape From It.

Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are Weak.

So The More Things Remain The Same, The More They Change After All.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.