For Most Of Us, For Almost All

The Notion That One Will Not Survive A Particular Catastrophe Is, In General Terms, A Comfort Since It Is Equivalent To Abolishing The Catastrophe.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved