Give Me A World, You Have Taken

Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

All Human Desire Is Poised On An Axis Of Paradox, Absence And Presence Its Poles, Love And Hate Its Motive Energies.

We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life.

Existence Will Not Stop Until It Gets To Beauty.

I Never Really Got Over The Fun Of Making Letters.