God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.