Go On Failing. Go On. Only Next

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

The Dust Will Not Settle In Our Time. And When It Does Some Great Roaring Machine Will Come And Whirl It All Skyhigh Again.

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.